Hot vacation
The room was illuminated by a bright light. The stunning brunette with an excellent figure, Olya S., was lying on her back on a huge bed in the center, completely naked. She didn't remember how she got here. Her last memories were of her, tired after a long flight to Turkey, getting off the plane... arriving at the hotel... going out into the city, to some quiet bar. A local guy sat down next to her, poured something... had she been drugged? But where was she?
Olga examined herself. Her hands were pulled behind her back and tightly locked with special steel shackles; they didn't allow her to move her arms even a centimeter. Her legs were also pulled high up and locked to
her shoulders just above the knees. A special gag was inserted into her mouth. Olya's pussy and virgin anus were facing directly towards the only door in the room, and she couldn't cover herself in any way. She could scream, but had no idea where she was or if anyone would hear her incoherent cries.Glancing to the side, Olga saw a movable stand with a huge camera. It was filming her! Olya began trying to free herself, but all she could do was flail her high-raised legs; there was no way to even roll onto her side. She started to feel hot (and the room was indeed very hot, like a sauna), large beads of sweat appeared on her light pink skin. Realizing that struggling was useless, Olga quieted down. About an hour passed and she heard distant footsteps, and not just footsteps, but a multiple stomping; apparently many people were coming towards her.
Olga reflexively began to struggle again: she didn't want anyone to see her in this position. The door opened and several Turks appeared in it. Completely neglecting clothing, they stood before her in all their glory—huge and hairy, with tanned skin of a dark bronze color, with erections at their absolute limit (all uniformly 30x6). One of them approached Olga and in broken Russian said that she was their slave and that they had been commissioned to make a video with her, which they would now proceed to film. Olya's eyes widened even more in horror when he showed her her own open passport.
— "They know who I am and even where I live!" — raced through her head in panic. The Turk smirked and showed her passport to the camera:
— Let everyone know what a whore you are.
Olga began to shriek, and the Turk turned and nodded to the others to come in. Olya watched with widened eyes as the Turks entered the room; there weren't three or five of them—several dozen hairy giants filled the room. The room filled with an unbearable smell of sweat and dirt, as if the Turks who entered hadn't washed for a month, which was probably the case.
Some headed towards her, others went somewhere behind her. The same one who had spoken to her before addressed her again:
— Ola, don't be scared that there are so few of us, we prepared and ate a lot of Viagra. — He laughed loudly and leaned over Olga, who was writhing in horror. Without ceremony, he inserted his cock into her pussy to its full length and began moving very quickly. The cock filled all the space of Olga's vagina and she felt as if she had been impaled on a stake. There could be no talk of any arousal at that moment, and therefore, every movement of the Turk echoed with pain in her pussy, unaccustomed to such sudden assaults.
The other Turks at this time were groping her, sticking their fingers in her mouth, twisting her nipples painfully, squeezing her breasts hard. One bald Turk suddenly brought his cock to Olga's face, from which a foul stream of urine immediately shot out. The Turks around laughed loudly, and two more followed this example, holding Olga's head and trying to aim into her mouth. She had no choice but to choke and swallow the warm, pungent liquid, which at that moment seemed to permeate her from the inside.
— A Russian whore like you, Ola, should only drink Turkish piss and eat only Turkish sperm. — Still laughing, declared the Turk occupying her vagina. He didn't hesitate to confirm this either and brought his dick to Olga's face, quickly jerking off. Not even half a minute passed before he came, very copiously covering her entire face and filling her mouth. Tears sprang from Olga's eyes and, mixing with the sperm and urine, rolled down her cheeks when she saw that this Turk's cock didn't even go down after orgasm. She felt a couple of pillows being placed under her butt.
— "Surely they're going to..." — but Olga didn't have time to finish the thought; the talkative Turk, without any lube, began screwing his huge cock into her anus. Her piercing screams were decided to be stopped simply by plugging her mouth with another cock—the bald one began to fuck her mouth vigorously, slapping his sweaty balls against Olga's chin. The pain in her still-unyielding ass already made it hard to breathe, and now the cock going so deep into her throat began to completely block it, only occasionally, for a second, allowing her to take tiny breaths.
Through her stuck-together eyelashes, Olya noticed how a Turk, skillfully squeezing between the two men fucking her, began to position himself at her vagina. Apparently Olga wasn't the first to be processed by this brigade of sweaty studs, and such a trick didn't slow down the work of the pistons fucking her in all three holes at once. After ten minutes, the working trio changed according to this scheme: the Turk who had been in her throat took the place of the one in Olga's vagina, he in turn began to fuck her in the ass, and the tireless talkative Turk approached her head. Olga looked at his cock with a dazed gaze—it was all covered in her feces, as they hadn't given her an enema and she hadn't used the toilet in a long time.
— Now you'll taste your own shit, whore. Bon appétit! — he hissed and thrust his cock deep into her mouth. The strong smell almost made her vomit, but she held back, afraid of choking on vomit. And the Turks had no intention of giving her a break.
— I hope you're not on birth control, Ola. They'll pay us much more later for a video with you pregnant. — the talkative Turk remarked to her.
— "Pregnant?! Later?! How long are they planning to keep me here?!..." — Olga thought in animalistic horror.
— Don't be scared, slut. Better let me wash you. — Said the Turk, laughing, and sent a stream of urine onto her, — You're too dirty.
After that, he inserted his cock into Olga's throat again, but for some reason didn't move. Olya tried to breathe, but three minutes passed and the Talker didn't pull out his cock. In panic, she began to struggle; her lungs were begging for air!
The Turk smiled, watching as she rolled her eyes, throwing glances at him, the kind that only happen in moments between life and death. Foam began to come from the corners of her mouth, Olga was suffocating!
— BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! — a sound suddenly came from the camera. The Talker looked back at it and, disappointedly pulling out his cock, shouted:
— Your luck, bitch, the tape ran out. Hey, guys! Five-minute break. — He turned to the barely alive Olga, — and don't relax, you still have four hours of pleasure ahead!
She looked at him tiredly. Olya understood—she was here for a long time... this was her new home.
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