My service in the firm for punishing debtors

I worked at a firm where we specialized in punishing large debtors - those arrogant bastards at the top of society who believed that their power was a shield from any consequences. Our clients always had an impenetrable roof at the very top, giving us a free hand: we could do anything without regard to the law or morality. This time the target is a mid-level official who has fallen behind on a colossal debt that he had no intention of repaying. According to a reliable tip, today he was lounging in a country estate with his family: Anna - his wife of 38 years, this appetizing milf with a proud, unapproachable look, full lips and a figure that has made my mouth water for a long time - high breasts of the fourth size, a thin waist, turning into wide hips, and an aura of absolute self-confidence. And my 18-year-old daughter is my own girlfriend, with whom I secretly met for a couple of months while we were developing the operation and clarifying the details with the client. My daughter and I hid this from her parents. Oh, how I dreamed of subduing her mother, this arrogant bitch, breaking her pride, making her moan and writhe under me in the agony of lust. This was my personal secret in the operation, known only to me and a couple of trusted guys, adding spice to my anticipation, like salt on a fresh, bleeding wound, making my penis swell at the mere thought of breaking it.

Six of us set out: I, tall, muscular, with sharp, beautiful features and a scar on my neck, hidden by a balaclava; Sergei is a stocky bruiser with a square jaw and tattoos under his camouflage; Vova is thin, but wiry, with a sly look; Andrey, Vadim and Sasha - all under two meters, in dark camouflage, saturated with the smell of cigarettes and adrenaline, like shadows ready to swallow the night and tear it into pieces. Our IT specialist has already hacked the house systems: the alarm went off with a quiet electronic sigh, and video from the cameras flowed to our servers - the client will receive a full, detailed recording of the execution, every second of humiliation, every groan and wheeze. We climbed over the fence as silently as ghosts - the grass rustled under our boots, the night air was cool, with the taste of pine, but the fire of anticipation was simmering in our veins. There was light in the house: two bedrooms upstairs for mother and daughter, where soft lamps cast golden reflections; the living room downstairs, where the official was probably sipping whiskey, unaware of the impending hell that would tear his world apart.

We split into pairs, hearts pounding in unison with muffled steps, adrenaline burning our veins. Sergei and I got a wife - my trophy, my obsession. We crept up the stairs, the boards did not creak even once under our weight. The bedroom door opened with a barely audible click - and there she was, Anna, standing at the mirror in a silk robe that fitted her body like a second skin, under which black lace lingerie shimmered: a bra tightly clasping her full breasts the size of ripe melons, her nipples stood out through the fabric like a challenge; a thong cutting into her firm, round ass. Her figure was mesmerizing - slender legs, endless in the twilight, narrow waist, skin smooth as satin, with a light aroma of lavender from the evening lotion mixed with the warmth of her body. Internally, she was probably thinking about a peaceful sleep, about her husband downstairs, about her daughter behind the wall - an ordinary life that we are about to smash into pieces, trample and desecrate.

We burst in with lightning speed, like a hurricane: I grabbed her from behind, twisted her arms behind her back - her skin was hot, trembling under my palms, the rough fabric of the gloves scratched the tenderness, leaving marks. She jerked violently, trying to escape, her eyes widened in pure horror, her pupils flashed in the light of the lamp, but Sergei had already put the gag in her mouth - a soft scarf from her nightstand, soaked in her perfume, muffling her scream into a hoarse, desperate moan. Anna resisted emotionally and physically, her body tensed like a string, tears glinted on her eyelashes, she kicked, scratching, “No, please, don’t touch my daughter,” she probably screamed mentally, but we tied her with belts: rough skin dug into her wrists and ankles, leaving red, burning marks, blood appeared in places of friction. They threw her onto the bed - the springs creaked in protest under her weight, the silk of the robe rode up, exposing her thighs, smooth and inviting to violence. From the next room came the muffled sounds of a struggle - Andrei and Vadim were knitting their daughter - my girlfriend, her quiet sobs echoed in me, adding spice to my excitement: she will recognize me when I undress, but they will not say anything. Her eyes were full of tears and secret fear, her body trembled from betrayal. From below, the guys dragged an official - bound, gagged, face as pale as chalk, sweat flowing down his temples, the smell of fear hung in the air, thick and sickening.

I came closer to him, ripped off the gag - his breathing was heavy, intermittent, like that of a hunted animal: “Your debt is overdue, bastard. Now your family will pay in full, in blood and humiliation." Then he turned to his wife, her cheeks, wet from tears, watching how she struggled internally: pride - “I won’t break, you bastards” - against fear for her daughter, for her husband, for herself, her body writhed in the belts. The eyes darted, the body trembled under the belts, as if in convulsions. “All six of us will take turns fucking you hard and humiliating you in front of your husband and daughter,” I said, my voice low, like the roar of a predator. “You will willingly please us, beg for more - otherwise we will still do the same thing, first with you, and then with your daughter, slowly, painfully, tearing her apart.” She was silent for a long time, the internal conflict raged: “I can’t... but for her sake... oh God, what am I doing?” Finally, she nodded, broken, her eyes went out, her body went limp in submission, but inside there was still a smoldering spark of resistance that we were about to crush.

We untied Anna - the straps slipped off her wrists with a hiss, leaving deep red furrows on the delicate skin, like the mark of an upcoming tragedy. The gag was removed abruptly, and she coughed, inhaling the air saturated with our sweat and her fear - heavy, thick, like smoke. I stepped towards the wardrobe, pulled open the door: the smell of her perfume - sweet vanilla mixed with musk - hit my nostrils, but now it was drowned in the aroma of impending depravity. Fingers roughly walked along the hangers, crushing silk and lace, until they felt fishnet stockings - black, with a wide lace elastic band, thin as a spider's web, but promising complete submission. He threw them in her face, they fell to the floor with a rustling sound, like a sentence.

— Put it on. Slowly. Before our eyes. And touch yourself while you put it on - for complete humiliation, whore.

Anna froze, her eyes flashed with anger: “Bastards... I won’t break, not for their sake...” The husband in the corner wheezed through the gag, the veins in his neck bulged like ropes - he twitched in his bonds, as if in agony, but Sasha punched him in the stomach, forcing him to bend over and wheeze in pain. My daughter - my girlfriend - was sobbing against the wall, pressed by Vadim, her eyes darting: “Is it him... my boyfriend... doing this with my mother... and getting excited by it?” Her thighs clenched involuntarily, and I felt a rush - the fire of lust and recognition burned me from the inside, my penis tensed to the point of pain, pulsating from the vision of her future breakdown.

The woman sank onto the edge of the bed, her legs trembled as if in a fever, tears flowed in streams. The first stocking slid over the foot - the silk whispered ominously, like a snake, hugging the calf, thigh, the elastic bit into the skin under the buttock, leaving a mark. The fingers of her own hand, under my gaze, slid along the inner thigh, touching the clitoris through the thong - she shuddered, “No... the body betrays me... burns...” The second stocking - even slower, with forced stroking, the nipples hardened under the bra, the body treacherously responded with moisture. I made her stand up and turn her back: the lace of the elastic emphasized the line of her ass, the stockings stretched like a second skin, inviting her to be spoiled. Andrei stepped closer, pinched the nipple through the fabric - hard - she screamed piercingly, but I growled: “Be silent, or it will get worse and we will tear you apart.”

— On your knees, whore.”

The floor was icy, the parquet dug into my knees through my stockings like needles. Anna sank with a thud, her body trembled, her breasts heaved heavily, tears dripped onto the floor. I unzipped my fly roughly, the fabric rustled. My penis - 22 cm, thick, with veins like swollen rivers, the head glistening with precum - burst out, hitting the air with the heavy smell of musk and sweat. The others surrounded her in a ring, taking off their pants with growls like animals: Sergei - a stocky thug with a dragon tattoo on his chest, scars on his fists, 20 cm, thick as a wrist, smelling of sweat; Vova - wiry, with a scar on his thigh from a knife, 19 cm, curved upward, like a hook; Andrey, Vadim, Sasha - all under 190 cm, muscular, with rough palms, smelling of cigarettes and lust, members 18-21 cm, hard as steel, pulsating with veins.

I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back - her neck tensed, cracked, her eyes met mine: full of tears and challenge. He gave me a slap in the face - not a light one, but a burning one, with a biting sound, the cheek flushed red. “Kiss.” Lick it. Take the eggs into your mouth. And suck it as if your daughter’s life depended on it.”

Anna hesitated for a moment - “I can’t... but for her sake...” - but I nodded at my daughter, Vadim was already reaching out to her, tearing her clothes. The wife's lips touched the head - warm, trembling, with a taste of salt from tears. The tongue slid along the shaft, leaving a wet, sticky trail. She took the eggs - heavy, covered with sweat and hair - into her mouth, sucked greedily, wheezing, choking, tears flowed in streams, mixing with saliva dripping onto her stockings. The others attacked like a flock: Sergei and Vova grabbed her hands, pressed their palms onto their members - she jerked off furiously, her fingers slid over the hot, steaming veins, squeezing until it hurt, blood oozing from under her nails. Andrei pinched the nipples, twisted them with a whip - thin, leather - until she howled, her body arched in agony. Sasha slapped his butt - the slaps echoed like the beat of a drum, the skin burned and turned red, the stockings were stained with sweat.

I pushed her face deeper, roughly: her throat spasmed, she choked, saliva stretched out in thick threads, squelching, coughing up blood. “Deeper, slut! Swallow it to the balls!” She couldn't cope by resisting. I hit him in the face - hard, humiliatingly, his cheek was swollen. “Try hard, or your daughter will swallow instead of you - and we won’t be gentle, we’ll tear her apart.”

And then - a complete turnaround. Her eyes went dark. Anna swallowed to the core with a growl, her throat throbbed around the head as if in a vice, her tongue worked furiously, circling, licking, sucking with desperation, gagging until she vomited. I growled loudly, feeling the orgasm roll in like a wave, but I held back, pushing deeper until she gasped, her face turning blue. He made room for Sergei, pushing her head towards him with force.

So we changed in a circle: she sucked, masturbated, humiliated on her knees in stockings, tears and saliva dripped onto the floor, mixing in a puddle with blood. Her body was shaking from pain and growing arousal - her nipples were sticking out, her vagina was wet, her juices were flowing down her thighs. The daughter looked, pressed against the wall, eyes full of horror, tears and hidden excitement - her breathing quickened, her thighs clenched, and I thought: “Soon you too, my girl... I’ll tear you apart.” The husband wheezed, trying to escape, but Vadim held him by the hair, forcing him to watch: “Watch how your wife is being turned into a slave, how she writhes.”

Then we threw the woman onto the bed - the mattress sagged with a crash, the sheets were soaked with sweat, they smelled of her body and our musk. I tore off her thong - the fabric tore with a crunch - and spread her legs roughly: the clitoris was swollen, pink, pulsating, the vagina was glistening with juices. I dove in with my tongue, she had a salty taste mixed with her fear and lust, thick like honey. He bit me hard, spanked my thighs in stockings - the skin burned under my palm, leaving red marks. Anna arched, a muffled moan escaped, like a cry of pain.

Vova fucked her in the throat - squelching, wet sounds, she choked, saliva flowed like a river down her chin and chest, mixed with blood. With her hands she jerked off Sergei and Sasha - their members slid in her palms, leaving sticky marks, her fingers trembled from the effort.

My finger found the anus - the tight, virgin ring clenched in spasm from the invasion. I kneaded it slowly but firmly, pressing deeper, the lubricant from the vagina dripped onto the sheet, mixing with sweat and blood. She moaned louder - not from pain, but from the betrayal of her body, an orgasm was rolling in, but I stopped to prolong the torment, tearing her from the inside.

We picked her up - light, trembling, her body was glistening with sweat, her skin was red from spanking, the lace of her stockings stuck to the skin of her thigh. I collapsed back onto the bed, the mattress sagging with a crash under our weight. They put her on top: the vagina, hot, wet, pulsating from previous caresses, grabbed my 22-centimeter penis like a vice, with a loud squelch, juices flowed down the shaft, mixed with blood. She moaned hoarsely - “Oh God, no... but it’s so deep... my body wants... it’s tearing me up” – moving reluctantly at first, but her hips began to move on their own, circling, digging deeper, as if in agony.

Vova settled down from behind, rough hands spread his buttocks with a slap, leaving red marks. The head of his 19-centimeter curved penis pressed against his anus - tight, virgin, still contracting in spasm from the first invasion. He pressed in centimeter by centimeter, slowly, cruelly, stretching the ring with a slurping sound until he entered completely - Anna screamed piercingly, arched, the pain mixed with a wave of lust, tears flowed from her eyes, her anus was torn. Sasha grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back, shoved his 18-centimeter penis into her mouth up to her throat, saliva flowed like a river down her chin, she choked, wheezed, her throat convulsed, snot flowed from her nose.

We synchronized in rhythm - hard, merciless tearing thrusts. The slaps of bodies are loud, wet, like the blows of a whip on wet skin. Sweat flowed down their backs in streams and dripped onto the sheet, soaking it with a salty smell mixed with blood. The smell of sex is thick, animalistic, mixed with sperm, her juices and the musk of six men, sickening and exciting.

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0__ A minute later, she arched like a bow in tension - the first orgasm shook her completely: the vagina contracted in spasms around me, the anus throbbed on Vova, a moan escaped through the penis in the throat, the body trembled uncontrollably, juices splashed onto my thighs, leaving hot traces.

Sasha came in her mouth with an explosion - thick, salty sperm, streams hit her throat, she coughed, swallowed convulsively, some flowed out over her lips, dripping onto her tits, mixed with sweat. The next one - Vadim - forced himself into her mouth roughly, fucking her hard until she suffocated, saliva mixed with sperm into a sticky foam.

Vova and I hammered Anna like animals, without sparing, tearing her apart. I penetrated the vagina from below - I felt the anus compressing from Vova from above, the thin wall between our members was vibrating. I growled loudly and began to cum, hot streams filled my vagina to the brim, the squelching echoed, sperm leaked out around the edges, running down my balls, burning. Vova came a minute later - into the anus with a final push, the sperm was warm, thick, spread inside, filling to capacity, he pulled out his penis with a loud slurp, white streams flowed from the open anus along the stockings, staining the lace.

The others also used Anna as a thing. She was put in doggy style: she was on all fours, Andrei took her mouth, Sergei fucked her in the vagina, Sasha fucked her in the anus - alternating thrusts, tearing, she waved furiously, orgasms followed one after another - screams echoed throughout the room, convulsions shook her body, juices splashed onto the floor, mixed with sweat and sperm. Then we again put her in the cowgirl position: I fucked her in the anus from above, Vova in the vagina from below, she howled, her body trembled, her nipples stuck out from the pinches, sweat flowed down her body. We laid Anna on her side: Vadim positioned himself at the mouth, Sasha entered the developed anus - sperm was already flowing out of all the holes, accumulating in puddles.

But we are not satisfied - one more round to completely break, tear apart the soul. We turned her into a reverse cowgirl: she sat with her back to me, my hand squeezed her throat for control, my penis entered the anus from below - stretched, burning from previous invasions, bursting. Andrey stood in front, pressed his 20-centimeter shaft into the vagina and we began to move synchronously, pushing up and down, moving like pistons. Sergei took his mouth, thrusting deeply. We took turns: Sasha and Vadim changed places in the vagina and anus, Vova pinched the nipples. She came continuously - orgasms merged into one endless one, her body convulsed, screams turned into moans of plea: “More... fuck me deeper... I’m your slave... tear me apart!” - the words came out on their own, pride dissolved in lust, she begged, moved her hips, caught every thrust, writhing in the agony of pleasure.

The husband looked on, furious and completely powerless, his eyes red from tears, his body writhing in his bonds, as if in convulsions. The daughter - my girlfriend - was sitting against the wall, the reaction deepened with each mother’s moan: first horror - her eyes widened, tears flowed in streams, “Mom... no... he’s doing this... my boyfriend... tearing her apart”; затем дрожь в теле, бёдра сжались невольно, рука скользнула между ног, пальцы коснулись себя сквозь одежду, проникая глубже — «Почему это возбуждает? Я не хочу смотреть… но не могу отвести глаз… тело горит»; возбуждение нарастало, дыхание участилось, тихий стон вырвался, когда мать кончила в очередной раз — «Я сломана… хочу, чтобы он взял и меня… разорвал, как её». Я поймал её взгляд, улыбнулся под балаклавой: «Твоя очередь близко, моя девочка… ты уже мокрая от этого, текущая.»

Анна содрогалась в экстазе, она стонала: «Я была гордой женой… теперь — их развратная рабыня… и люблю это… хочу, чтобы меня так трахали вечно» — полностью сломленная, готовая на всё.

Насытившись наконец, мы кончили на неё в финальном акте унижения — медленно, растягивая момент, как пытку. Сначала я — струи спермы на лицо, густые, липкие, стекающие по щекам, в рот, она лизнула языком, глотая с дрожью, давясь. Затем Сергей и Вова — на сиськи, горячие потоки покрыли груди, соски блестели, она размазала пальцами. Андрей, Вадим и Саша — на чулки и волосы, сперма пропитала кружево, капала на пол, запах солоноватый, густой, заполнил комнату, тошнотворный.

Анна лежала, тяжело дыша, тело в конвульсиях после оргазмов, сперма вытекала медленно: из вагины — белые ручьи, смешанные с её соками и потом, стекали по бёдрам, пачкая простыню; из открытого ануса — густая, тёплая, вытекала с чавканьем. Она коснулась себя, шепча, «Я полна ими… сломана… но хочу ещё… разорвите меня снова».

Мы развязали дочь. Я схватил её за волосы нежно, но властно, подтащил ближе: «Вылижи маму. Всё до капли. Проглоти сперму. Медленно, на наших глазах — иначе ты следующая, и мы сделаем хуже, сломаем тебя, как её твою маму.»

Она рыдала громко, слёзы капали на пол, но опустилась на колени, тело дрожало: «Мама… прости… я не хочу, но боюсь…». Язык скользнул по телу матери — сначала по лицу, собирая солоноватую сперму с щёк, глотая с всхлипами, давясь; потом сиськи — соски твёрдые, она лизала кругами; из вагины — нырнула глубже, хлюпающие звуки, сперма текла в рот, она давилась, но глотала, слёзы смешивались; из ануса — она облизывала края, собирая всё, тело матери вздрогнуло от прикосновения, стон вырвался. Наконец, чулки — лизала кружево, пачкая губы, слёзы капали на мать. Мать же стонала тихо. Дочь закончила, поднялась, глаза потухли.

Мы сняли обкончанные чулки — мокрые, липкие, порванные, пропитанные спермой, соками и слезами — и запихнули чиновнику в рот медленно, он давился, хрипел, слёзы текли. Мы встали в круг вокруг него, ссали на него по очереди — тёплые струи били по лицу, телу, запах аммиака резкий, он корчился в луже, униженный до предела, тело дрожало в судорогах стыда, как в конвульсиях.

Финал растянулся в тишине, как пытка. Я наклонился к жене, сорвал повязку: глаза её блестели слезами и похотью. «Ты — наша рабыня. Forever. Скажи это.» Она шепнула, голос сломленный: «Да… я ваша рабыня… готова на всё…позовите, и я приползу.» Дочь стояла рядом, обняла мать. Муж молчал, разбитый и униженный.

Мы собрали вещи медленно, оставив номер в кармане халата жены: «Позвони, если захочешь продолжения.» Я знал — она позвонит, сломленная душой и телом, жаждущая разрыва. А дочь… ну, это уже другая история, полная новых пороков.