Nastya and the owner.

Victor walked into the men's restroom and flinched. Right there on the floor sat a very young, naked brunette. Her arms were raised above her head—they were handcuffed with short chains to the sink. Next to the sink hung a sign that read: touching breasts five hundred rubles, between legs—seven hundred rubles, fucking anywhere not allowed. A money box sat on the floor. The girl stood up from the floor and smiled at him.

He stroked her crotch with its slight, silky hair and dropped the money into the box. He used the urinal, then washed his hands and figured out that only fucking her and touching her for free were prohibited. She sat and watched him.

Then he stood before her, unzipped his fly, quickly jerked off, and came on her face and chest. She didn't say anything, just wiped herself with her hand.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Nastya."

"Can you be rented?"

"Yes," she replied in a friendly voice. "I'm here until seven. Come at seven."

At seven o'clock, a somewhat dry-looking woman arrived and untied her; she brought the girl clothes and shoes.

"Do you want to rent her?"

"Yes," replied Victor. "For a day."

"Ten thousand."

Victor paid upfront. Nastya put on a coat and slipped into simple autumn boots.

"And no underwear is included?" he asked.

"Why would you need it?" the woman replied.

Victor drove Nastya in his car. He cracked the window open and observed the girl's reaction. It was cold outside. Nastya shivered, huddled in her coat, but said nothing.

"How old are you?" Victor asked.

"Twenty."

Victor whistled.

"They just touch you and come on you?"

"Yes, yesterday someone also pissed on me."

Victor got aroused.

"Do you like all this?"

"No."

"Do you feel humiliated?"

"I try not to think about it."

"So it's disgusting to you?"

"Yes."

"Why do you let them do this to you?"

"I don't decide anything myself."

"Who does?"

"My owner."

"So you're his slave or what?"

"Yes."

"Is this some kind of game you play?"

"No. He's really the owner."

"Alright, and what can I do with you?"

"Everything."

"Absolutely everything?"

"Yes. Only maiming is not allowed."

When they entered the apartment, Victor took off his outerwear, and Nastya took off her coat and boots, remaining naked again. To test her words, Victor led the girl to the window and opened the vent.

"Stand here."

He put the kettle on and took a shower. When he came out, the girl was still standing facing the window. Wind and snow blew through the window, and snowflakes settled on her breasts. She was shivering finely, her large dark burgundy nipples puckered and elongated.

"Go, wash up."

Victor drank some tea, then peeked in on the girl. She was washing herself thoroughly, without closing the shower curtain.

"Shave your pussy and come to the bedroom."

Victor lay on the bed and masturbated. She came in and lay down next to him. He lay on top of her and groped her face and breasts with all possible roughness. Then he fucked her without a condom and quickly came inside her.

"Bring me cigarettes and an ashtray from the kitchen."

She did it very quickly. She moved at a jog.

"Go, wash yourself down there."

She soon returned.

"Lie down. Do you smoke?"—she shook her head—"Smoke."

The girl took a cigarette, took a deep drag, and coughed.

"Do you know how to cook?"

"Yes."

"Go, cook something. You'll find the ingredients."

Nastya made a vegetable stew and braised meat.

Victor gave the girl her passport. He thought she would run away at the first opportunity. But in the evening, he sent her alone to the store, and she returned with the groceries.

Since the girl's belongings consisted only of a coat and boots, the next evening he went shopping with her. They bought three sets of underwear, several pairs of tights, two pairs of jeans, two tops, a cheap winter puffer jacket, youthful boots, pads, condoms, and a toothbrush. The girl was genuinely happy with each item; she tried on the clothes, twirled in front of the mirror, undressing in the fitting room booth to try on another item.

At home, she did the laundry and cooked dinner. Before bed, Victor caressed her for a long time and roughly fucked her, kneading her breasts in his palms. She breathed heavily and looked at him languidly. It seemed this time she felt pleasure. After sex, she lay next to him, holding him with her arms and legs. Specifically for .оrg About half an hour later, when the light was out and they were already falling asleep, she turned away, and from the barely noticeable rhythmic tremors and quiet sounds, Victor realized she was masturbating. After a couple of minutes, she jerked quite sharply and fell still.

In the morning, Victor woke her by slapping her cheek with his palm. She opened her eyes and looked at him with a frightened gaze.

"You think I don't know you were fucking around under the blanket yesterday? Bring the belt!"

She lay on the bed on her stomach. He masturbated and whipped her large, soft buttocks. She was silent. Then he came in her mouth, and she swallowed. Her face was red. Then she made him scrambled eggs and toast.

When Victor came home from work in the evening, Nastya had already been for groceries and made dinner. She was dressed in new jeans and a bra but was barefoot. Her passport lay on the shoe rack.

Victor took a shower and ate. Nastya sat at the table with him and watched him eat. Then he took her passport and placed it on the table in front of her.

"If you want, you can go. Take all the things with you."

She shook her head quietly.

"Well?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to."

"Are you sick?"

"No."

"Do you like being a doormat? Being humiliated?"

"No."

"So what's the matter?"

"You are my owner."

"Alright… what do you like?"

"When it's gentle…"

He burst out laughing and slapped her cheek.

"Oh you bitch! Gentle, you want!"

He lifted her under her arms and sat her on the table. She was very light. She hastily pulled off her jeans, wriggling her bottom. He pulled down his pants and entered her. She unfastened her bra and tossed it aside.

After coming, he went to the bedroom to watch TV. Nastya washed herself and tidied up. She came to him, bare feet slapping on the floor. Victor looked at her. She was naked and utterly miserable.

"Sit."

She sat next to him; he embraced her warm, delicate body. Victor felt sorry for her. He began to caress her clitoris. She closed her eyes, breathed heavily, and after a couple of minutes came, breathing rapidly and trembling.

"Thank you…" the girl whispered. She slipped to the floor and hugged his legs.

Victor observed her and concluded that she hadn't had much sex before. She was somewhat unsure. At first, she was apparently very shy and felt ashamed, but quickly got used to it. Her opening wasn't worn out and looked quite fresh. During the second week of living together, Victor asked the girl about her life. Nastya clearly found it unpleasant to talk about, but she obeyed unquestioningly. They lay on the couch, and she rhythmically masturbated him.

her, and then had intercourse with her. He didn't rape her because she didn't resist. She couldn't disobey her father.

From that point on, he fucked her quite often. Besides, he rented her out to his neighbor. Aunt Vera lived alone one floor below; she was a plump lady in her forties. Nastya cleaned her apartment and had sex with her. She licked the woman's nipples and vulva, sometimes for hours, licking her every which way, drowning in the thick hair around. Aunt Vera could only come when Nastya called herself a bitch. After a couple of years, her father sold Nastya to an owner—some fat businessman.

"Bitch, bitch…" Victor said, looking at Nastya, and came.

The girl did all the housework and went to the store every day. The apartment became unusually clean and tidy. She walked around the apartment barefoot, in panties and a tank top. When she washed the floors, she stripped completely naked. Victor noticed the floors were cold in winter and told her to buy herself slippers.

Victor fucked her in bed before sleep. Then, holding her, he fell asleep. Sometimes he squeezed her nipples or slapped her butt, sometimes lightly hit her cheeks. He called her Nastya, sweetie, bitch, cunt, whore, often saying it tenderly. Most often, he called her slut with a tender tone.

Victor sometimes took her for walks in the park, sometimes he even held her hand. Then passersby often stared at them, noting the age difference. A couple of times they had sex right on the snow in shrub thickets.

Then he bought lubricant and one evening ordered her to undress and get on all fours. He lubed her anus, told her to relax, and entered there. Nastya breathed heavily. She tried with all her might to relax. When he began to move, she whimpered. The girl's anus tightly gripped his cock, and it felt very pleasant. He came and pulled out.

"You can wash up," he said.

The girl stood up. Her face was flushed, tears streaming down it. A trickle of semen flowed out of her ass and ran down her leg. The girl walked, moving her legs a bit unnaturally.

Victor thought for a long time and decided to arrange a date for Nastya with her dad. Nastya hadn't spoken to her father in a long time and had forgotten his phone number but remembered the address. When Victor questioned her, she understood what was going on and was very frightened. She clearly wanted to ask him not to do it but couldn't contradict him.

The next weekend, Victor went to her father. The apartment door was opened by a young blonde. Her father's name was Dima; he was a balding man in his forties with a slight belly. He received Victor well, the blonde served him tea. When talking about Nastya, the father showed no parental feelings, only inquiring about his daughter's health.

He came to Victor's home the next day. Seeing her father, Nastya gasped and ran into another room. Victor yelled at her loudly, and she returned. Dima looked her over.

Nastya served the men lunch. After lunch, the three of them went to the bedroom. Victor's presence wasn't discussed, but he decided to stay in the room. Dima didn't object to this. Victor thought he would just have intercourse with his daughter and that's it, but it didn't stop there.

Dima ordered his daughter to undress. She was all red, her hands trembling slightly. They sat on the bed. He suddenly spat in her face. She flinched but then sat motionless, staring into space before her. He took her tank top from the bed, wiped her face with it, and then kissed her passionately on the lips.

"My little girl," he whispered and took off his pants. She sank to the floor, knelt, and began to suck his cock.

A few minutes later, he lifted her onto the bed, laid her down, and dug his hands into her breasts and nipples. Then he ordered his daughter to get the lubricant, placed her on all fours, and slapped her buttocks several times with force. Nastya gasped almost inaudibly. He stood behind her, lubed her ass, and quickly entered her behind. Victor had never done it that sharply. Nastya cried out. Victor wanted to object but changed his mind.

Dima flipped his daughter onto her back and suddenly slapped her lips several times with his palm. Nastya turned red all over but remained silent. He entered her vagina. He fucked her for several minutes and came.

Dima put on his pants, and the men left the room, leaving the naked Nastya lying on the bed. When Dima left, Victor returned and, unable to restrain himself, fucked her once more.