History_27_ I AM A SLAVE_ new participants in the "game" ⇐ General

[Anonymous]

Starting this Story, I want to say that there will be a lot here: both my relationship with Svetka and with Irka, who kept our secret with her for quite a long time. Almost a month, right up to the New Year. But I would like to start the Story with my “new” friends - Yana and her “retinue”: Yulka, Anya and Tanka. And I’ll start with Anya, because this “stupid model” in the end turned out to be not such a fool and I was convinced of this personally. After that incident in the alley when I saved Anya, her attitude towards me changed very much, and these “changes” concerned not only our “games” with her, but even ordinary communication. Firstly, probably for two weeks in a row, after that “rescue”, I accompanied, or went with Anya to her “modeling agency”. And the girl was very happy when I “agreed” to join her. Why did you “agree”? Yes, because her “model school” was located in the same huge building of the “House of Life”, in which I had my own “business” and where I went for almost my entire 11th grade. But Anya didn’t know this. The girl thought that I was doing her a favor by agreeing to “ride” with her and was even more happy when my Irka kept us company. This beautiful Kazakh woman sometimes came to the city, and if her visit coincided with Anya’s classes, then her friend would gladly go there with us. I think I’ll tell you the story about the “House of Public Service”. And now I’ll say that Irka came with us for a reason. She had her own interest there too. At least the one in that Ankin “modeling agency”, one of the “teachers”, Sergei Albertovich (yes, the man had such an unusual middle name) not only had his eye on, but literally lost his head over her. I don’t know if he had never seen “mestizo” people, or if Irka really sank into his soul, but this, as it seemed to me then, was an “old” man, and Sergei Albertovich was 47 years old, no less, he simply did not lag behind Irka one step at a time, showered her with compliments, even took photos on his phone (always focusing on the photogenic nature of her friend)…. Well, naturally he persuaded her to start studying at his “school” too. Irka really liked this attention and she didn’t even hide it. But I’ll tell you about Sergei Albertovich’s harassment in the Story about the House of Public Service, unless of course I dare to tell it. And now I will only say that for some reason I was very jealous of Irka, in the sense that I considered myself no less attractive and spectacular than my friend and sincerely did not understand why Sergei Albertovich paid all his attention to Irka, and not to me))) )…. Okay, let's get back to Anya, or rather to the changes that occurred in the relationship with her.
And the most important thing was that in a conversation with me Anya stopped stupidly drawing out her words, especially vowels, and for that alone , I was very grateful to her. I think that out of everyone around me, I was the only one who reacted so sharply to her “stupid cow” way of talking, but when she stopped doing that, I was surprised to discover that I could talk to her like a human being. Secondly, she changed her attitude very much and began to almost care about me. For example, she always treated me to all sorts of goodies, both at home and simply bought me “sweets.” Especially often bought on the way “to or from” her “modeling school”. And although in my heart I understood that she was doing this because she wanted to appease me and thus simply pays me for “accompanying”, because... afraid to meet those “chavs” again, but I was still very pleased. It got to the point that when she and I went to the supermarket, I “impudently” asked Anya for what I wanted to try and the girl bought me absolutely everything I wanted I didn't want to. My sex with her also became different. No, when the girls played with me in a crowd, everything remained the same, because the principles and rules of the crowd did not disappear. But when she was alone with me, Anya stopped humiliating me, and we just had sex, I would even say, love. They kissed, caressed, lay on top of each other, and of all the girls, only Anya completely undressed for me. Having natural beauty, Anya generally loved to show off herself, and after our sex with her, she never immediately got dressed. On the contrary, the girl sat in her soft chair, or in the corner of the sofa, and sat me naked on her lap and pressed me very tightly to her, to her chest and stomach. If I sat down between her legs, with my back to her, then Anya immediately grabbed me with her legs and, pressing herself against my back, began to tell me something, without stopping stroking me all over, or simply playing with my breasts and nipples. At the same time, without stopping her “stories,” Anya often kissed my face and lips or simply poked her muzzle into my hair, inhaling my scent. Only once, Anya made a mistake by playing with me in the presence of Irka. Or rather, a friend simply “caught” us, caught us in a modeling agency and precisely when I was kneeling in front of Anya, and the girl was pawing my bare breasts. Damn, I couldn’t even be angry at Anya. The girl sincerely believed that nothing “like that” was happening and probably even thought that Irka was generally “in the know” about everything what's going on in my life. My friend, of course, was “in the know,” but as they say, not to the same extent. Seeing Irka enter the back room, I immediately jumped to my feet and pulled my sweater down, but Anya, continuing the game and believing that Irka knew everything, immediately “turned on” the mistress and ordered me to show my bare tits again.< br />- “Tits slave! Show them! Well!!!”, - copying Yana’s menacing intonations, the girl demanded of me... and for the first time I was truly embarrassed, - Showed your boobs! Well! To whom is it said!!!
Being even more embarrassed and blushing like a lobster, I looked pleadingly at my Irka. And damn, what was missing from my gaze: a request, or even a plea, for my friend to come out, or at least turn away and not see everything that was happening. But Irka not only didn’t leave, but didn’t even think to turn away, but rather brazenly and with her “traditional” squint, looked at everything that was happening.
Anya, sincerely believing that this was just a “game”, demanded for the third time show your tits... And I, probably to the general joy of both girlfriends, carried out the order. Anya immediately came close to me and right in front of Irka, brazenly, groped me.
- Now get on your knees! Well, quickly!.. Realizing that I still didn’t have the courage to resist, and in order not to provoke Anya further, I silently dropped to my knees and probably continued to stand for about 2 minutes with my sweater pulled up to my chin and my chest completely bare..... And already at the entrance of my house, right on the first floor, when we returned from the city, Irka, having already recovered and getting ready to leave, turned to me again and unexpectedly ordered
- Show me your tits! I think that something was reflected on my face, perhaps surprise, or fear…. And most likely both, because Irka grinned and repeated her order. And at that moment she was not playing or joking. And she was like that when she scolded and was angry with me because I wrote down/peed the floor in her room. And again, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to resist for long, and my friend would still “crush” me, I silently unbuttoned my jacket, opened it and lifted my sweater up to my chin, exposing my stomach and tits.
- Pull up your bra too! Tits must be naked! - Irka and I again ordered silently. Fulfilled her “request”. Probably nothing happened for about 2 minutes and I “decided” to voice
- Ira is so cold. I’ll freeze….
“Your problems!” the friend brazenly declared and immediately ordered, “Fall on your knees!” Well!!! I immediately dropped to my knees and Irka came close to me, took my chin with her hand and raised my head so that I looked straight into her face
- Well, what should I do with you now huh?.... and patting hit me in the face with my palm, Irka moved away from me.
-Okay, another time! And now I’m home, and you just stand there for another 10 minutes and only then go up to your apartment! Understood? I don’t hear Dombazov, understand?!
“Yes.” I whispered and my friend immediately left the entrance to the street. I don’t know, I probably would have really stood in this position for all 10 minutes, but Irka returned literally right away.. “WOOF!!!,” my friend almost shouted and laughed loudly when I flinched in surprise.
I immediately jumped to my feet and was ready to burst into tears, but Irka hugged me tightly and pressed me to her and said
- That's it, that's it, don't be angry. I was just playing with you. You like these kinds of games... \-\
Yulka also loved to caress me. After Irka completely shaved me between my legs, Yulia began to kiss my pussy and literally lick me there with her tongue, always bringing me to orgasm. It’s just that I was at Yulia’s house very rarely, and even less often we were able to be alone, but the girl always caressed me and was never “ashamed” to do so.
Yana, like my Mistress, behaved with me and did things to me absolutely everything she wanted at the moment. And the girl didn’t care whether she was alone with me now, or we were in the company of other friends. And if she wanted to kiss or lick me, she kissed and licked me, but if she wanted to humiliate me, she immediately did it, without thinking for a second.
And also, when we were all together, the girls were right next to me , very often they began to discuss my behavior with them, exchanging opinions among themselves about what else they could do with me, and what I should do for them. They are like decent and respected girls, but I am a dirty slut and a slave... Only Tanya never caressed me, and indeed never touched my body with her tongue or lips. And I think that it was not because I was disgusted with her, but the girl was simply afraid of “publicity”, well, that the other girls would find out that she was licking me, well, or I would tell them everything myself. On the contrary, Tanya always emphasized my “ lower” status and she didn’t care whether I was alone with her or we gathered with our whole “friendly” company. I remember all this now, and it seems to me that for some reason she was actually angry with me, or even jealous. But why? My courage? Because I decided to “play” like this, agreed to obey, and she wants the same, but is she afraid of publicity? Of course, I don’t know the exact answer, but I think that’s exactly what happened. Any “game”, if there was even the slightest hint of caressing me, Tanya immediately stopped and with some emphasized “punctuality”, began to humiliate me, and of course, the rest of the girls immediately joined her. By the way, it was Tanya who simply “turned my new hairstyle between my legs upside down.” And if absolutely all my friends, without hiding their admiration, admired my completely shaved pussy, touched and caressed it, then Tanya, with some kind of childish resentment, or even envy, silently looked at me, saying nothing and not even touching. And the next day, having probably “thought out” all the details, Tanya declared in front of everyone that only whores and whores completely shave themselves between their legs, and since I am their “common whore,” I now have to shave myself between my legs all the time, i.e. With. so everyone can see my status. To tell the truth, I really liked my “new hairstyle” myself, but, for the sake of decency, I had to disagree, at least right away... But unexpectedly, Tanya’s idea was also supported by Yana, categorically telling me that from now on, “shaving myself between my legs” is her direct order and my responsibility, and now I must always be between my legs without any hair.
Not being able to bring me to her home, Tanya was very angry with her friends who constantly take me to their place. But she took her anger out not on the girls, but on me personally, and she did this at every opportunity. For example, “squeezing” me into other people’s hallways, Tanya always forced me to completely lower my jeans and panties, right down to my ankles, and began to “play” with my pussy very roughly. She forcefully kneaded the labia, stretched and pulled them both down and to the sides, as if opening my hole, and after playing enough, she inserted one, and most often two, of her fingers into me and began to “fuck” me with them. Don't fondle, don't masturbate, no. The girl fucked me, and she always did it with emphasized rudeness, even cruelty. Damn, even now I can hear those characteristic slurping sounds that her fingers made in me, I remember the “speed and frenzy” with which she did it. To be fair, it must be said that now all the girls put their fingers in me and “moved” them there. Some did it slowly, some faster, but with Tanya I got special pleasure...
Despite my moans and even “Ay (kanya),” and sometimes it really hurt me, Tanya, not paying attention, continued “ fuck" me, and stopped only after my orgasm. And before I had time to recover from the sweet convulsions, I was greedily gasping for air, when Tanya stuck her fingers out of my pussy and, without saying a word, took and wiped them on my face, cheeks, lips, and chin, or bare tits. -\- I remember very well the day when Svetka finally found out about my relationship with Yana and her classmates, and found out what connected me with them. The fact is that my friend could no longer ignore my “unusual” behavior at school, and seizing the moment, Svetka went down to the 9th grade after school, and found me there surrounded by three of my new young girlfriends. As always, Svetka immediately began to “download her rights” and demanded that I explain what I was doing here now. Remembering about the “legend”, Yana immediately issued a routine phrase about the fact that my family really needs money, and I also need money...
Damn, it would be better if she didn’t say that. With the words “what the hell is the money” and “who needs it,” Svetka flew up to Yana and I. Frightened that she would simply hit the girl, she tried to intercede for her, but Svetka demanded that I leave the class, and literally pushing me into the corridor, she talked with the trio already behind closed doors. 15 minutes, maybe 20... Now I don’t remember exactly how long Svetka talked with the girls, but when she left the class, she briefly said to me: “Let’s go!” They won’t lay a finger on you again!” And indeed, for the next two days, Yana and her friends avoided me, I even managed to “get offended” at them, but in the end, they unexpectedly invited me to Yulka’s house, and invited me to Saturday, because... The girl's parents were not supposed to be home all day. I’ll say right away that the girls didn’t last long. Literally immediately, Yana started a frank conversation with me about my consent, even my request to serve her and demanded that I now be with the girls, confirmed her words that I myself asked her to take me as her personal slave , and that I really like serving her. I won’t waste your time for long, I’ll just say that I confirmed absolutely everything, moreover, I swore that I wouldn’t tell Svetka anything and that, secretly from her, I would continue to serve Yana in the future. Well, then they ordered me to completely undress and we began to “play” as usual. Having completely groped me with 4 pairs of hands, the girls quickly brought me to orgasm…. Then they put everything into action. And their fingers, which stuck absolutely everything into me and even began to “use” me with an empty bottle that Yulka brought from the kitchen. Unlike our previous meetings, when we gathered “en masse,” my friends caressed me very carefully, I would even say gently, in any case, the bottle did not cause me any trouble. On the contrary, after some time I was no longer able to hold back, I began to moan loudly and readily accepted their fingers into my mouth, which they stuck out of my pussy and immediately poked me in the face, forcing me to lick them. There was actually a slight hiccup with the bottle. The fact is that for some reason there were very strong “stains” from me on the bottle, but not like those on my fingers, transparent and “light” like saliva. These “stains” were very thick, opaque, but on the contrary, of some yellowish tint, they “smelled” a little and reminded me of some kind of viscous mucus, and most importantly, they were clearly visible on the transparent neck of the glass bottle. Yana, Yulka, Tanya periodically stuck the bottle out of me and held the neck to my face so that I would lick it all off and swallow. This “mucus” even got inside the bottle, was clearly visible inside the neck, such thick “drips” and the girls forced me to “smoke” it all from the inside with my little finger, and of course put it in my mouth...
And although it was mine my own juices, but for some reason it was very unpleasant for me to do this... I came very loudly and Yulka even covered my mouth with her palm, probably fearing that my screams might be heard by the neighbors behind the wall... But then they came up with something new for me. Having completely undressed from the waist down, the girls sat in a circle, and they put me on my knees in the middle, without even allowing me to catch my breath properly after SUCH an orgasm.
- Will you serve us? Answer! - Yana immediately demanded of me, and I answered without hesitation: “I will!”
- Can’t you tell Sveta anything? No? Do you promise?
“I promise that I will serve you and won’t tell Svetka anything!” I repeated automatically. Damn, in my opinion these words were just what the girls were waiting for from me. Because as soon as I uttered this phrase, the “movement” immediately began and Yana gave me the first order
- She squatted down in front of us! Move your hips to the side! Well, slave, do it!
But as soon as I carried out the order, Yulka immediately demanded something else from me
- Get up! Quickly, slave! - and as soon as I got to my feet, like Tanya, I ordered again
- Squatted down, Dombazova! And don’t forget to spread your hips out to the sides! I again quickly carried out the order, but then Anya, with her order, forced me to my feet...
While I was crouching, the girls outlined the rules of the game to me. I am obliged to squat for as long as possible in front of them, well, as long as my strength is enough, or they themselves will not spare me. But if I myself ask for mercy or say “I give up,” then I lick everyone’s pussies until I’m high, and then they take me to the bathroom and there, in turn, they urinate on me.
Damn, that was a turn. . Until this moment, the girls not only never peed on me, but didn’t even “stutter” about such things. And secondly, on the one hand, I really wanted this myself, but on the other hand, I was attacked by a sports interest and even some kind of euphoria, and I myself began to wonder how many squats I could withstand....
I’ve had enough basically for a long time. Well, by sports standards. I managed to sit down probably 50 times before my legs started to go numb and I began to experience the first difficulties. After another 10 squats, it was already very difficult for me, and the girls, noticing this, immediately suggested that I give up. I didn’t agree, I just asked them to make the task at least a little easier, and Yana allowed me to kneel down when squatting. In principle, it was the same, but now I could at least rest a little when I was on my knees, because while admiring me, they did not immediately order me to get up on my feet. With the new “conditions,” I had enough for another 20 squats, and then I simply fell straight to the floor, so much so that I “dropped” my head and my face on Yana’s feet. On instinct, I immediately touched the girl’s legs with my lips, as if begging her, if not for mercy, then at least for extra seconds of rest, and my friend herself came to meet me.
- Slave, let’s do this while you kiss the legs of any of us, then you have a break, but if you stop, then you start squatting again, but now it’s always squatting! There was nowhere to go, I immediately started kissing Yana’s legs and even licking them with my tongue, and then the girl removed her legs from my face and briefly ordered
- She stood on her feet, and then sat down again, slave! Do it! Damn, I literally had enough strength for two, maximum three squats, and then I simply fell to the floor and would have been considered a loser if not for the next legs that immediately ended up in my face. And the girls at the same time did not “help” me, but seemed to change the order among themselves, which of them I should kiss the feet of at the moment.
But then they got tired of this game, and they complicated my task, saying that there will be a respite only if I manage to “hold their legs with my lips and mouth.” To prevent me from cheating and grabbing their legs with my hands, the girls even tied my wrists behind my back. I think that from the outside everything really looked very funny, because my friends did not hide their giggles and comments, watching how I reached for their legs, trying to “catch up” with my lips their fingers, which, although slowly, still slipped out from my mouth... - WELL, YOU AND PATHETIC DOMBAZOVA!!!, - my Svetka’s voice thundered like thunder from a clear sky. It turns out that during the entire execution, my friend was in the next room and heard absolutely everything and, it turns out, saw everything; she also appeared at the very moment when I was sucking Anya’s big toe in my mouth. It was only later that I found out that Irka told Svetka about everything, and she, sorting things out with the girls, well, when I was pushed out of the classroom into the school corridor, extorted from Yana absolutely everything that was happening, and of course demanded evidence, which was provided to her today firsthand... I returned home with Svetka. I was very afraid of my friend, because I couldn’t understand how exactly she should treat me now. Angry, despises, regrets, or maybe experiences all of this at once towards me. .. I reached our yard on adrenaline alone, but as soon as I entered my entrance, I immediately loudly called Svetka, hoping that she had not yet managed to enter the entrance of her house. A friend appeared almost immediately
- What do you want, A SLAVE? - the friend specially emphasized the last word in her voice
- I can’t go to Sveta...
- Not Sveta, but Mistress! Or have you forgotten that from this day on you are my property?!” Tears appeared in my eyes
- Sveta help me, I can’t walk up the steps!
According to my intonation, it finally dawned on my friend that I wasn’t playing
- How is that?
- Sveta, my legs don’t obey me... I put my foot on the step, and when I’m about to take a step, I just fall to the floor. The fact is that then I really couldn’t get up to my floor, because for some reason my legs actually stopped supporting me. Although why “for some reason”? How long did I squat there just an hour ago? Probably 500 times.....
- Wait, I’ll call your dad now! - my friend was about to run upstairs, but I stopped her
- Sveta doesn’t need dad. Just help me get up, support me,” and Svetka, without saying any more unnecessary words, helped me to my feet and, allowing me to lean on her shoulder, brought me all the way to my apartment... That’s basically all for now, I’ll just say that the next day I simply couldn’t stand on my feet normally and didn’t even leave the house. On Monday I didn’t feel better and I didn’t go to school either, and my parents, not knowing the true cause of my “illness,” decided to take me to the doctor, which my mother did, since she worked in the hospital herself and we didn’t need to make an appointment in advance. I didn’t tell the doctor, or rather the “doctor’s lady,” the truth either, and as a result, I was prescribed “the necessary medications and a massage was prescribed, which I will be going to from Friday, but I will tell you about this in the next Story. Something like this...