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Alik’s engorged cockhead rubbed against Tanya’s slit. She gasped, gripping the stool legs in her humiliation.

“Blyat, she’s hot,” Alik said, dragging his knob to the entrance of her cunt. “I’ll really enjoy fucking hell out of this pussy!”

“Yes, do it, ram her with that big cock,” Natasha rasped, overtly turned on as she crouched down next to Tanya’s face. She slid her hands into the yawning neckline of Tanya’s torn top and played with her breasts—lavishing the softly trembling hills with perverse affection. “I’ll give her little foreplay on her breasts, so she’s nice and wet for cock.”

Tanya moaned in horror. It was bad enough that Alik was about to fuck her, but what Natasha was doing to her breasts felt good—it was making her pussy sweet and tender. Tanya knew perfectly well that a girl could get a lot of pleasure from a dick like Alik had—if Natasha kept playing with her tits, she might actually enjoy being raped!

“Da,” Natasha purred, seeing the shameful lust in Tanya’s eyes. She ran her fingernails over Tanya’s areolas, scraping them on the budding stiffness of her nipples. “Tell me how much you want it—we can do it nice—make you come—you are already capitalist running dog—why not be bitch in heat?”

Tanya gasped—Alik was pushing into her, sliding his cock a full inch into her pussy. Her walls stretched and trembled around his girth; a spasm mingling pain and pleasure rushed through her. Natasha’s efforts weren’t enough. She wasn’t wet enough to take him—Tanya wouldn’t let herself be wet enough.

“Tell me you are cyka!” Natasha barked at her, fingers rolling Tanya’s small, engorged nipples.

“I’ll kill you, whore, I’ll kill you!” Tanya moaned, her sex throbbing around Alik’s cock as it went deeper. Soon, he would be all the way in her and Tanya would know that she’d been wholly taken by him, given all of his erection, made completely his slut. That she’d enjoyed every inch of it.

Natasha squeezed her fingers, pinching them tighter on Tanya’s thickly swollen nipples, which burgeoned, throbbing, trying not to be crushed in her grip.

“Tell me,” Natasha whispered.

The pain went down to Tanya’s impaled cunt and became something else, something intense, something taboo…

“Call him off, you bitch, you bitch!” Tanya groaned, and jerked a little as she felt Alik’s prick stretch more of her pussy, convulsing inside her to let her feel how much of his shaft she had taken.

“You are bitch now,” Natasha murmured. “Shame you do not admit it.”

Her fingers twisted. Agony rushed out of Tanya’s sensitive nipples, making her jerk up, screaming even before Alik pumped his cock in deeper, forcing her to take several inches of it at once.

“UUUURRRGGHHH!” Tanya cried, twisting so violently on the stool that its legs pitched up and stamped back down. Her cunt was throbbing, her nipples electric with pain.

Alik pulled his manhood back, then slammed it through Tanya’s flowing juices until it was deep in her shivering pussy again. “Blyat, I had hope I would get to do this!” he moaned, shoving his prick into her all the way to the hilt, until his balls slapped against her clit.

He’d thrust himself to the depths of her snatch, filling her passageway with his lengthy girth. Tanya shrieked and jerked, her breasts aching as Natasha worked the tender nipples like radio dials. In desperation Tanya pushed her weight downward, trying to break the stool under her.

But the effort brought her ass up into the air, making it easier for Alik to fuck. He jammed into her with a force that shook the stool, driving it over the thick carpet.

“Admit it, cyka! Say what you are!” Natasha screamed, grabbing Tanya’s hair. “Fedor, whip her—give her too much pain to come. She doesn’t get to enjoy this until she admits it’s what she wants!”

One of the soldiers stepped forward, pulling his thin leather belt from his trousers.

“Do as she say, cunt!” he hissed, lashing Tanya’s ass while Alik kept fucking her pussy. “Give boss lady what she ask!”

The stinging agony surged through Tanya, overtaking her on the first blow and only growing more intense when the whipping continued. She screamed and twisted and pushed herself up off the seat of the stool, sobbing and twitching with the pain.

“Stop! I have better plan,” Natasha announced. She held two binder clips in her hands, the big kind that could hold whole books of papers together, with sheet steel waiting to snap and wire handles to hold them open until then.

“What’s that? What are you doing?” Tanya demanded, already knowing but refusing to believe something so terrible.

Natasha squeezed the wire handles, angling the sheet steel clamps open. Still Alik’s cock fucked into Tanya, the pained delight of his cock refusing to let Tanya brace herself for what was coming.

“I’m hurting you, bitch, since you are not enjoying yourself anyway!” Natasha hissed sarcastically, and moved the first binder clip to Tanya’s left nipple.

“Don’t! Wait! I’ll do it! I’ll do whatever you want!” Tanya gasped in wide-eyed horror, watching the black sheet steel slip over her nipple, the gnashing jaws held open by Natasha’s fingers.

“Beg to kiss my ass,” Natasha said, rubbing the edges of the clamp against Tanya’s shivering nipple.

Alik’s cock kept sliding in and out of Tanya, her inner muscles quivering and clenching around him, making him even more aroused—even more engorged.

“Beg to kiss ass!” Natasha repeated, releasing the clamp a little to let it dig into Tanya’s flesh.

“Please, Natasha, please can I kiss your ass?” Tanya gasped, staring at the open clamp as it hovered around her tender little nipple.

“Yes, I will, darling, but only if you wear this,” Natasha said, letting the binder clip go.

It snapped down on Tanya’s nipple and her mind went black with agony. She was suddenly thrashing and writhing on top of the stool, venting both her pain and the fear that had just proven true. Her scream rang through the room and sweat poured off her body, propelled out of her flesh by the torture that was filling it.

“No, no, you cunt, fuck you!” Tanya screamed as she pulled against her bonds, reaching for the binder clip, desperately trying to get it off her nipple and give herself some relief.

“Keep civil tongue!” Fedor yelled and whipped Tanya’s ass with his belt.

“Aaahh! No! Don’t!” Tanya keened, tossing on the stool’s seat, her mind still reeling from her hurt. Her pussy pulsed and tightened on Alik’s member, while twitching spasms from the lashing belt ran through her body.

“Do not tell what do!” Fedor snarled, his belt cracking again, slashing torment into Tanya’s ass.

“AAAHHHH! No! I can’t take it!”

“You’ll take what we want you to take!” Natasha barked, grabbing the binder clip and squeezing it even tighter onto Tanya’s nipple. “Maybe the only way I take these off you is if I want to whip them off your breasts!”

She grabbed Tanya by the hair as the belt slapped into the blonde’s ass again, then tried to pull her up, but Tanya held onto the legs of the stool as her weight held it down, preventing either of them from being moved. She was sobbing her heart out while Alik fucked her, him grunting with excitement and her ass getting redder and redder with the torture of the belt.

But Natasha’s cruel joke had convinced Tanya not to play their games anymore, so she stayed where she was, clutching the stool’s legs for dear life. Her ass jerked as it was hit, swelling pink in terrible hurting, and Fedor only grew more furious in beating her.

“Come on, cyka, get your ass in the air for Alik to fuck!” Fedor demanded, lashing Tanya with strokes of his belt that left shudders rumbling in her ass and thighs.

“You can’t do this to me!” Tanya screamed, her snatch pulling at Alik’s member as it fucked her faster and harder, filling her trembling folds to the limit.

“Do as told, cyka, or I come in you and we find something else for your cunt to do!” Alik bellowed, his manhood throbbing all the way in and out of Tanya’s sex.

Tanya held tight to the stool, screaming for all she was worth, her pussy totally dominated by Alik’s prick, her ass quaking with pain at each lash from Fedor’s belt. She beat her head against one of the stool’s legs, wailing and howling, her hips jerking under the assault they faced.

But a horrible excitement was rising inside her. It was more than the insistent riding of Alik’s cock inside her. It was that and the terrible crash of Fedor’s belt on her ass. Those, and the clamp wrapped around her nipple. Her pains surged and swelled down to her pussy, with its deep, depraved passion from Alik’s fucking, and she was transported into a frenzy of lasciviousness. Tanya squeezed the stool legs hard enough to crack them, her lust now totally out of control.

“Blyat, I arrive now!” Alik groaned, his cock pumping into and out of Tanya’s shivering pussy. “Damn, she’s hot! Whip her! Make her come! My bitch always come when I fuck her!”

Alik leaned back, his swollen prick trembling deep inside of Tanya. With his hips pumping, his manhood thrust hard into Tanya, its swollen girth rushing over her sucking inner folds.

“Come for him, cyka!” Fedor roared, whipping Tanya’s ass with all his strength.

“Aahhh!” Tanya cried, torn between lust and pain until she couldn’t tell what she felt. Her ass throbbed, glowing red from the endless lashes, still jerking horribly as Fedor gave her stroke after stroke.

She no longer knew what she was supposed to do for the pain to stop. She didn’t even feel Natasha’s hand in her hair.

“HNNNGH!” Alik gasped, his cock pouring molten cum for Tanya’s sucking pussy to devour. “It’s too late, little Americanski cunt, now you get punish!”

“Up! Now!” Fedor ordered, making her luscious ass ripple with another pounding impact, another swell of pain, and another red welt marking her usage.

Tanya screamed, her pussy wrapped around Alik’s spurting prick as she orgasmed, her body now controlled only by the sensations her Russian captors were inflicting on her.

“Whore! Filthy slut!” Natasha cried. “You’ll pay for enjoying our victory! You’ll eat my ass and we see if you enjoy that, USA bitch!”

She released Tanya’s golden hair and backed off, shaking her head in disgust at Tanya’s weakness.

“GGHH!” Tanya gurgled, her ass jerking back into Alik’s cock, her body spasming deliciously whether he was gushing cum into her sex or Fedor was beating her bruised ass. “Oohhh, God, help me, someone help me!”

But Alik poured his seed into her cunt again and Tanya convulsed, flinging her ass upward to catch Fedor’s belt again.

“Fuuuck!” Alik sighed, manhood trembling as his cum left him, filling Tanya’s snatch. “You have real tight one, baby. So tight, it not loose even after all that!”

Tanya wept and grunted inconsolably as she was stuffed, feeling the sloshing of cum inside her with every lash of the belt flailing her ass. And still her orgasm crested and plateaued, her womanhood pulling at Alik’s member. Another one burst through her while Alik groaned, his prick ejecting the last dregs of his own climax, his knob spasming and spurting just inches from Tanya’s womb.

“Blyat, not bad at all!” he gasped. “So glad all of us get to try out, pussy bitch. I feel bad if only me got that perfect cunt!”

He gave his shaft a final pump and allowed it to flag inside of Tanya. She moaned, eyelids flickering as her orgasm crested, then faded. Her feelings slid down into a satisfied valley where even the throbbing pain from her whipping was comfortable and soothing.

She clutched the stool, holding onto it to weather her trembling pleasure while Alik pulled himself out of her cum-soaked pussy. He slapped his dirtied prick on her buttocks hard enough to reignite the spasms of pain from the lashing. Tanya forced the feeling down, so much more aware of her contented pulsing from the orgasm than of the old pain.

Fedor’s belt crackled again, lashing her. She screamed, thrusting her body upward, now hugging the seat of the stool.

“No mercy for you,” Fedor drawled. “Up now, cyka. Until you learn behave, much more pain for you!”

Natasha untied her wrists. Tanya bolted up, crying for help, but Alik was there with a thick rag to stuff her mouth with. After that, she could only make a low gurgle. She hadn’t known who she was trying to signal anyway.

Tanya was forced down onto her knees, her hands made to go behind her back. More rope tied her wrists to her ankles. Then she was shoved forward, onto her face, her ass up in the air while she knelt awkwardly.

Tanya gasped for breath, having to breathe through her nose. She wanted to suck in enough air to scream again, but the gag prevented her. Looming above her, Natasha laughed and gave Alik’s limp member a tug.

“She warm up now. We give her pussy plenty of dick. Now we fuck ass, da?”

“Da,” Alik agreed.

Tanya moaned into her gag, but they ignored her—for now. Instead, they watched as Natasha worked on Alik’s erection, covering it with lubricant, getting it slick enough to enter Tanya’s ass. And there, she was a virgin.

Tanya sobbed and pushed, pulled with all four limbs, trying to break the bonds that held her wrists and ankles. She shook with terror when she wasn’t trying to free herself—her ass trembled and ached as it waited to be violated—futile as it seemed, at least when she was trying to get free, she didn’t feel the sickening fear that otherwise coated her.

Her nipple still bore the marks of Natasha’s binder clip; it throbbed with a rolling soreness. Her other nipple was worse. It was stiff with the lingering arousal that had already made Tanya betray herself once.

Alik smiled and got down on his knees behind Tanya. He lifted his rising prick between her buttocks, probing the head into her sphincter. Natasha knelt down in front of Tanya, reaching over her bowed body to grip her asscheeks and pull them apart. Now, with ease, Alik pushed his stiff erection into Tanya’s virgin asshole.