Female Domination - The Hunt. Part 33
On one winter evening, Amanda (or Kristina according to her passport) was sitting in a nightclub with her friends Natasha and Sveta, who had come to visit for her birthday. Both Natasha and Sveta had ranks in wrestling and had once studied holds and chokeholds with Kristina in the gym, but that was in the past; now they were just three girls who wanted to have a simple, wild time.
Kristina could, of course, have invited them to Margo's brothel, where they would have had their toy Rafael, or they could have found someone else, but she wanted to have a simple, wild time with them. To pick up some boys and fuck them somewhere, possibly even in a public
place; she even had a double-sided strap-on in her purse, which she had already demonstrated to the girls amid their shared laughter. The three of them were sitting at a table laden with snacks, all three dressed in rather puffy blouses that hid their muscular bodies well; Natasha and Kristina's skirts were also below the knee, hiding their massive leg muscles, while Sveta was in jeans.They sat there, sipping wine like predators, scouting for future victims. They had gathered like this before, but back then their goal was mainly to pick fights with arrogant, drunk guys and give them a beating—literally beat them up—but now they also wanted to give a "beating," but this time in the literal sense. They weren't hungry for sex, as each had her own boyfriend or, in Kristina's case, her own submissive; they simply wanted adventure, and they were allowing themselves this adventure on Kristina's birthday, which was today—"and watch out, boys, today," they toasted and continued to watch intently: who was coming, who was going where, leaving, how much they were drinking, who was undressing them with their eyes, who was with whom, who was with girls, who was just in a male company.
In short, as they sipped wine and went out to the dance floor, they were selecting a suitable candidate when suddenly Kristina spotted that very guy who had once dared, out of ignorance, to hit Margo. Although he had been put down by Kristina afterward—she had pissed in his mouth for it on camera—and he was now essentially under the care of Margo's brothel, he didn't know her friends Natasha and Sveta and, in principle, fit as a victim.
Moreover, according to Kristina's quickly hatched plan, she could even "save" him. After hearing her recommendation and this guy's tendency to resist, and also learning about the existence of a video of his golden shower, the girls decided to choose him. That is, Natasha and Sveta were supposed to persuade him to give them oral, and then Kristina would supposedly save him from their predatory clutches; then, of course, he would be grateful to her, and she, as a sign of accepting his gratitude, would also fuck him. They agreed on this. The first to attract his attention was supposed to be the most beautiful among them, and that was Sveta.
Sveta bumped into him in the hall with her shoulder and, of course, as a girl, she pretended to bounce off him, expecting him to apologize and introduce himself. However, this rude guy just glanced at the girl he had bumped into, who had barely kept her balance and hit the wall. He glared at her and, with the words, "Open your eyes, you drunk," walked on. This, of course, stunned Sveta, and things didn't go according to plan. His rudeness really angered her (even though she had, of course, bumped into him on purpose), but he should have apologized, and they should have gotten acquainted. Instead, he even insulted her by calling her a drunk.
"Hey, you!" she shouted at him, but Yura (that was the guy's name) walked on without paying attention to her (either she simply wasn't interesting to him, or he just didn't hear her over the music). Sveta returned to her friends, disconcerted and somewhat defeated, and told them what had happened. Natasha and Kristina, of course, laughed at her in a joking manner.
"So, what's the plan now?" Natasha asked Kristina. She shrugged. "Maybe we should just beat him up and then fuck him," she continued.
"No, we can't do that," Kristina replied. "Margo might get a little offended. I need to step in last and sort out the situation."
"Then let's beat him up without you," Sveta chimed in. "I'll fucking show him who's drunk here! The bastard called me names."
"Well, fuck, then catch him right here, in the toilet," Kristina muttered. And they all froze, looking at each other, realizing that this was a pretty good plan. They would play with him, and then Kristina would supposedly save him from them.
"Alright, Natasha, let's go," Sveta said with full determination.
"Let's go," Natasha stood up, and together with Sveta, they went to the corridor, where they waited for Yura to need the toilet or go outside to smoke. And so, Yura walked into the clutches of the predators waiting for him, but he was walking with a friend, which also wasn't part of the plan. A simple scuffle could break out, and nothing might work out, so the predators let them pass, stepping aside. Yura walked past and, without noticing the girls, brushed against Sveta again on his way back, who once again intuitively offered her shoulder.
"Are you fucking crazy, you sheep?" Yura stopped.
"Yur, let's go," his friend shouted.
"Go ahead, I'll catch up," Yura shouted to his friend, not realizing that by stopping, he had practically fallen into the laid trap.
"Why are you so rude, young man?" Sveta began, now dressed for the start of the game. "Do you think there's no one to keep you in check?"
"Whaaat?" Yura drawled and grabbed her by the collar. "You'll choke on a dick in your mouth, playing the rights card! Got it?" He glared at her menacingly, practically hissing.
"I don't understand," Sveta began, pretending to be scared. "Are you asking for trouble? Let's go to the manager! What's your last name?" These questions made Yura laugh, and he was already curious what this stupid mare might pull off next.
"Alright, let's go!" Yura demonstratively prepared to go to the manager. "Let's go!" Sveta moved toward the women's restroom (the restrooms and the club's administration were in the same direction), so Yura followed her, and Natasha followed Yura, so he ended up between these two predators.
And then it was a matter of technique. As they passed the women's restroom door, Sveta suddenly turned around and kneed him in the groin. At the same time, from behind, Natasha applied a chokehold with her intertwined arms, from which Yura couldn't even gasp; and from the blow, he couldn't bend over from the pain, and his legs lifted up. So, with his legs raised, he was practically carried into the women's restroom by Natasha, with Sveta following right behind. The girls who were in the restroom just stood there with their eyes and mouths wide open.
"Well, what now, you bitch?" Sveta hissed. "Now you're going to choke!" Natasha continued to hold and choke him; darkness clouded Yura's eyes, and he passed out. He woke up with his hands tied behind his back with some kind of rope and was sitting on one of the toilets in a stall. In front of him stood Sveta and Natasha, and he had a gag in his mouth.
"Well, what now, faggot, shall we talk? Or are you going to squeal like a woman?" Yura understood he was in some kind of shit but didn't yet realize what kind. "Squeal, and you'll pass out again! Understood?" Yura nodded, and Sveta removed the gag from his mouth.
"Who are you? Do you know who I am? I work for Margo! Are you fucking crazy, you sheep?"
"There you go again, calling names," Natasha said. "Should we drown you here? Want that?" She glared at him viciously.
"Don't," Yura got a little scared, seeing that they didn't react at all to him mentioning Margo. This meant they could either deal with her or didn't know her at all, and it meant nothing to them now, so he needed to negotiate. "What do you want?"
"Where did you disappear to?" Kristina entered the stall, whom Yura knew as Amanda, and he felt either relief or some kind of fear that he had messed with her friends.