Your world is this hall.

Lina had been doing fitness for a couple of years, but only recently found out that there was no need to go to the club several metro stops away - an excellent place was in the basement of a neighboring house. She noticed yesterday how people were coming out of this very house, clearly after a good workout; she asked one of them, and received confirmation of her guess, as well as a brief description of the club. True, the addressee of the question did not want to answer, as if he did not want Lina to really become interested in this place, but then one of the company whispered something to the other, and they finally told her.

Today she was already on her way to him, her uniform was dangling in her bag, and there was a

holiday in her heart, thanks to the beautiful weather. The mood was darkened only by the recent quarrel with my parents. They stayed in Omsk two years ago, when Lina came to enroll in a Moscow university, in which she succeeded. She often called them, but yesterday this idiotic skirmish happened - the reason for it did not even deserve mention, but from experience Lina knew that until she apologized, neither a call nor a letter would come from her parents. Well, okay, not the first time.

Finding the entrance, she opened the door. The large room looked like a bar for a narrow group; on the wall there was a TV with such a huge screen that Lina had never seen, and this hallway-bar room also served as a buffer between the street and the locker rooms. Someone was already sitting in it, looking at the newcomer in surprise. The girl noted that there was no reception - no cash desk, no secretary. Strange. She decided to find out everything from the one who was now sitting on the sofa.

- Hey, I definitely can’t lift her from this position! - She said laughing. Oleg made a grimace:

- You won’t be able to lift her out of anything, 120 kilograms, after all..

- What 120? You said 45!

- Yes, this is to make it easier for you, honestly. When Oleg walked away, she saw that wide leather bracelets were fastened on her hips near her knees, and the tightly stretched ropes attached to them were tied at the other ends to neighboring exercise equipment. The bench was pulled out from under her, and Lina's upper body found itself hanging in the air a few centimeters from the floor, only her legs spread wide apart standing on the floor.

It became clear to her that this was no longer a joke. Everyone gathered around her and smiled. Lina tried to remain calm.

- Well, what next? Like, if I can’t lift the barbell, then I’ll go lower and it will end up at arm’s length?

- Not really, my joy. — Oleg said. We were already thinking that this room needed a pretty girl, and then you came yourself. In general, congratulations - now you will delight us with yourself.

It was pointless to push away the thought that arose any longer - Lina had fallen into a trap, and they were going to rape her. She began to twitch nervously, but her hands were tightly tied to the bar, and tight ropes did not allow her legs to move.

-What are you... going... to do? — she said, swallowing.

- Nothing special. Let's just bring joy to each other. Actually, we can start. They began to carefully cut Lenina’s clothes. When the top slipped off her chest, the girl began to scream in a long cry. Judging by the lack of reaction, it was useless, but it was the only thing she could do, and she screamed until they finally had enough and a backhand blow to her cheek silenced her — it was Marina. The kind smile and look have disappeared somewhere. All of Lina’s clothes were already lying on the floor, and her naked body, tanned in the solarium, swayed on her outstretched arms. Oleg approached her from behind and put his hands on the base of her thighs, massaging the skin near her labia with his thumbs. His erect member was also rubbing against her through the fabric of her sweatpants. Lina began to shake furiously, as far as her bonds would allow.

-Girl, what are you doing? So you won’t bring joy to anyone! “We’ll have to tame you,” said Vlad with visible distress, who had previously been fingering her hair with a thoughtful look. — Marish, bring a couple of straps from the locker rooms.

A minute later, Lina was blindfolded, and four belts hissed in discord in the air, falling right and left on her chest and stomach, the other two whipped her hips, beat her from top to bottom and from bottom to top, leaving red marks on the skin. The girl screamed and squirmed continuously, but this did not help at all. The belts hit both the vaginal lips and nipples, causing unbearable pain, and Tanya’s voice whispered in his ear:

- Do you want to stop this?

- Yes, yes, please! - Lina sobbed in response.

- It's simple, you just have to ask... And promise to help us enjoy communicating with you. Go ahead and say it.

- “Fuck you...”, trailing off and chattering her teeth, Lina decided to endure - accepting was no better than prostrate in front of them and kissing the ground under their feet. she won't do that. Tanya’s breath disappeared from her ear, but her voice rang somewhere higher:

- Ha, she’s great! Hold on! Maybe you can come up with something more interesting?

- And I like it even more! - This was another one of the company, a Caucasian - his Russian grammar was all right, but his accent remained, she did not know his name. Like a young, unbroken wild filly... Ah, he got it right!... so, now there will be adrenaline, fuss, strength and struggle - then let him crawl on his knees, kiss his legs and suck when you say - both there and there is a delight! Phew, tired. - He slapped Lina on the butt. — Young little filly! The stronger it is, the more enjoyable it is to break!

Lina cried - from pain, resentment, humiliation and the realization that any of her actions would only add to their pleasure. But apart from this kind of moral resistance, there was nothing left for her. Anyone could have pierced her virgin vagina for a long time, leaving her only to scream in despair, but they wanted her to not only give in physically, but also to come to terms with it, to become an uncomplaining and faithful toy.

As the next torture, Lina was lifted and a switched-on electric kettle with the lid open was placed under her shoulder blades. Lying with her back resting on him It hurt, but Lina’s arms could no longer support her weight. The warm air pleasantly warmed the skin. the girl felt a light bite on her earlobe, and Katya’s familiar gentle voice rustled again:

- Linochka, my dear, the water is heating up quickly. It’s warm now, but in two minutes steam will begin to rise, another minute and it’s boiling water. You don't want to get burned, do you? no need to. Just go ahead and repeat after me: “I’m a good girl and I’ll be happy to please you. I do whatever you want."

- Baby, you yourself are suffering, and you’re hurting us all! Maybe that's enough nonsense? Come on, be a good girl, bring joy to everyone, and there will be no more pain!

Lina did not answer, although the opportunity to stop this pain beckoned and a voice seemed to sound right in her mind, urging her to give up everything, even crawl between them on the floor and do whatever they asked, just to stop the pain. The temperature of the steam increased, but the girl could no longer scream louder, her only defense no longer worked. Once again, drawing air into her chest, she was about to beg to stop this torture and do whatever they said, but then the steam disappeared. A distant voice from above irritably said something about how such a wonderful body should not be spoiled.

Lina tried to smile. She did it, she proved to them that they wouldn’t break her. But I couldn’t smile, I could only sob and howl quietly. The leather anklets were unfastened, and Lina's lower body fell to the floor. Her butt, completely covered with marks from the belts, seemed to explode from the impact on the floor, but it was impossible to get up. A tingling sensation appeared in the legs, into which blood began to return. The hands were also untied. Finding herself lying on the floor, Lina curled up into a small and, as she hoped, unnoticeable lump that trembled and sobbed.

Everyone stood around her and quietly discussed something. Tanya and one of the men went into the locker room. Having made a decision, Lina was lifted and placed on the seat of another simulator. As far as she knew, the handle hanging above her head did not put pressure on the trainee, but with the help of blocks, on the contrary, pulled upward with a given force. Her hands, wearing the same gloves, were tied to this handle, and her hips were tightly screwed to the seat and holders, after which they placed the maximum weight on the machine - 350 kg, placing another pair of dumbbells on the weights. The girl’s body stretched like a string between the seat and the handle of the exercise machine, she immediately began to suffocate - in this position it was possible to inhale only a little air, and even then with incredible difficulty. All the muscles were stretched and tense at the same time, trying to return to normal, and it was impossible to move anything, and the shoulders seemed to be pulled out of their sockets. Marina, throwing her leg over the seat, sank onto Lina’s lap, continuing to gently convince her:

- Is it hard? I know it's hard. By the way, this is what I came up with. It’s hard now, and soon it will become very painful. Your hands will probably go numb. You won't be able to breathe for so long. I don’t understand why there is such stubbornness. — She began to thoughtfully twist Lina’s nipple with her fingers, and in response she could only glare at her with a hateful gaze. It was too difficult to even speak, and it would take away the breath that was so hard to breathe. - Actually, we’ll finish for today, and you sit here until tomorrow and think. Look what we give to good girls.

The laptop was taken out of the locker room. Oleg walked around the prisoner with the camera, then the one who brought out the laptop bent over it for a minute and handed it to Marina. She showed it to Lina, on the screen the same smiling Tanya looked straight at her and said something. Then they put a headset on the girl, she heard the same voice, from which dry tears flowed from her eyes again. The woman on the screen spoke, and her words were imprinted directly in Lina’s mind. “Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it - Sergey Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagit, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadyevna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna (for each name a corresponding photograph appeared in the corner of the screen) - these are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the wishes of her owners, pleases them as much as she can, and is more afraid than death of causing them displeasure...”

Marina paused the playback.

- Lina, you are a strong girl and we admire you. But there is no point in being rude to people who are so kind to you. We will reveal to you your real life - now it is a wonderful life without worries, without complications. Just you, us, and this room. It will be fun and enjoyable! What awaits you otherwise? Only endless pain (Lina appeared on the screen, screaming, squirming and sobbing under the blows of the belts, screaming from the scalding steam), suffering (shots of her stretched out between the seat and the handle of the exercise machine: her face was swollen from tears, her tense body was covered in red stripes, there was redness between the shoulder blades, where the kettle stood). Lina! There is nothing outside the walls of your world anymore, and there is no point in trying to resist fate, especially such a beautiful fate. Excellent sound insulation throughout the entire room, so you don’t have to be afraid that someone will come and disturb you from living in this wonderful world. Triple-glazed windows under the ceiling, a heavy double door - and especially to make you feel calmer, we will make improvements, cover everything with something soft and pleasant to the touch, close the windows with metal curtains so that all sorts of scoundrels don’t get in. — Marina paused, as if she herself was laughing at the words she was saying. — everything for your comfort.

It was very kind of you to take both your passport and student ID with you. We will check whether you live at the registration address, and if not, we will find out the real address using one of the phone numbers in your cell phone book. Tomorrow you will no longer live there, but will leave in an unknown direction. The rector of your university knows Oleg Romanovich, your host, well, and will fully believe the story of a respectable person about how you decided to return home, and Oleg will agree to give you all the necessary documents for signature and then bring them to the dean’s office. Your roommate will tell your friends that you are tired of this life and have decided to go somewhere abroad. Nobody will disturb you. There is nothing behind these walls.

Pay attention, the microphone is dangling from your lips. I’ll turn on the recorder now, and in the morning we’ll check what was recorded. To no longer feel pain and accept our generous offer, you only need to say once what we ask you to say. The pattern sounds in your head. Good night. The door slammed and the lights went out. In the darkness, only the monitor screen was lit, rapid breathing and sobs could be heard.

— How are you, Lina? Are you feeling well? Does anything hurt? Can you feel your hands? I’m just sorry that you’re suffering so much (the face on the screen showed sympathy). And all this is so unnecessary, so pointless. You know who you are now? Come on, let's go together.

Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it - Sergei Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagit, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadyevna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna - are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the wishes of her owners, pleases them as much as she can, and is more afraid of causing them displeasure than death. Happiness for Lina is the pleasure of the owner, and the highest praise is the opportunity to kiss his hand.”

The door opened, Tatyana Borisovna and an unfamiliar man entered. Probably Sergei Petrovich. Lina wanted to insult them somehow, but she couldn’t say a word. Tatyana Borisovna said something to Sergei Petrovich, smiling and pointing at Lina. He looked at the captive and also smiled. In his hand he had a couple of pastries, it seemed like cheesecakes from Lenya’s favorite cafe. Sergei Petrovich approached her from behind, removed the elastic bands from her ponytail and ruffled her loose hair, paused the playback - the resulting silence rang in her head.

- Well, hello, my faithful bambi. I don't know why Bambi, but I like it. Here, eat, a palm appeared at Lina’s mouth, on which there actually lay a piece of her favorite cheesecake. He reminded her that once upon a time she was a happy student with lots of friends and plans for life. She opened her mouth and reached for him. The palm readily brought the treat closer, and the lips closed on it, touching Sergei Petrovich’s palm. “NOOO! — a thought flashed through her head, and Lina spat it out.

- Well, Bambi. I liked you so much. It will be a pleasure to play with you. There is no need to complicate our lives and ours. Let's try again. Marina handed Sergei Petrovich another piece, but he pointed to the one lying on the floor. Soon he was again at her lips. The lips were tightly compressed. A minute later, the owner removed his hand and showed Lina his nail. Her nail.

- Did you feel me cutting it off, Bambi? I don't know how much time you have until the blood circulation cannot be restored. Marina, come on, let's check the recording in the evening. He put the record player back on play. A familiar and familiar voice sounded: “Lina is a good and obedient girl.”

The minutes dragged on again. A gentle voice, dull pain and numbness, a beckoning opportunity to stop all this at once, wild alarm bells that interrupted attempts to forget in sleep. First, second, third. Once again, opening her eyes and habitually keeping her gaze on the monitor, Lina noticed that piece of cake on the keyboard. How do they know what she likes? They really checked everything. Lina suddenly realized that she was now a nobody - she no longer rented an apartment on Balaklavsky Prospekt, she was no longer a second-year student at the Faculty of Philology, and her friends knew her as a girl who suddenly got tired of Moscow and had already left somewhere. Her parents won’t even think to check how she’s doing until she calls and apologizes, and even if they check, her owners have her phone number, and they’ve probably already thought of everything. She feverishly searched for some thread she could cling to, but in vain. She no longer had a world outside this hall. She had no tears, that's the only reason she didn't cry. She knew this was the end. After waiting for the recording to return to the first words of the text prepared for her, she whispered: “Lina is good:”: Call. Evening was approaching - it was already about six, and the hope that her owners would come and free her gradually lifted the semi-fainting state of the last hours. At every rustle she imagined at the door, Lina, overcoming the pain, turned around, and a stupid, enthusiastic smile lit up her face. She didn't know why she was smiling. The girl still hated them, but her whole life now belonged to these people, every action she took depended on them. And they could cause her unbearable pain, humiliate her, or they could, on the contrary, untie those damned bandages and turn off the recording. And she smiled through her tears to please them, resigning herself to her fate. The whole world is this hall, and her life is their property.

- Well, Bambi? How are you going to behave now? - said Sergei Petrovich, hugging her waist from behind. Let's see what she told us. Mikhail Petrovich untied the laptop from her legs and turned it towards him. He opened the recording chart and highlighted the bursts of sound. - Look, Bambi. It's one o'clock in the morning. A very faint rustling was heard, where the words “Lina”, “obedient”, and some curses could barely be distinguished. He winced and skipped to the last passage—the longest on the diagram—“Lina is a good and obedient girl. Lina's world is this hall, and all the people in it - Sergei Gennadievich, Oleg Romanovich, Vagit, Vladislav Mikhailovich, Mikhail Petrovich, Marina Arkadyevna, Tatyana Borisovna, Svetlana Sergeevna - are her masters, whose word Lina obeys. Lina fulfills all the wishes of her owners, pleases them as much as she can, and is more afraid of causing them displeasure than death. Happiness for Lina is the pleasure of the owner, and the highest praise is the opportunity to kiss his hand: “Lina nodded in agreement, as far as the rope stretched behind her head allowed, looking from one sneaker to the other, afraid that they would not believe her. What's the use of her resistance? She'll just do what she was made to do - bring them joy while silently hating and dreaming about the past.

Several hands at once ruffled her hair, caressed her body, gently patted her cheeks and scratched behind her ear, and she whispered - Lina is a good dog: Lina is obedient: she obeys... Marina Arkadyevna picked up a piece of cake from the keyboard and brought it to Lina’s mouth in her open palm. The girl readily grabbed it with her lips and tried to swallow it, but it didn’t work right away. Then another and another. If she had a tail, she would wag it. She suddenly felt incredibly pleased that she had such caring owners.

Vagit said something like “wow, how well it hangs! It’s even a pity to let them go, such a young body, stretched out, sexy! Just looking at it makes me cum!” his hand—and it was clearly his hand—was running over her body, feeling it, testing the tension. She didn’t quite understand what happened next—the tension suddenly disappeared, and her eyes flashed, and someone behind her gently supported her, clasping her head with one hand and her stomach with the other. Then they put her on the floor. Lina didn’t know how long she lay there. The whole body felt somehow wrinkled, and at the same time relaxed and peaceful. My breathing has evened out. But Lina could not control her body, she could only lie and breathe, closing her eyes, enjoying the peace. It was hard for her to think about what she had become for the sake of this peace, but now the worst thing in the world seemed to be once again becoming a string between the seat and the handle of that exercise machine. Gradually, a tingling sensation appeared and began to grow, and she wanted to sing - the feeling of her arms and legs returned. After either an hour or a week, she was able to roll her stomach and rise slightly, looking around. A little more time, and her vision cleared up, so much so that she could see that her owners were no longer in sportswear, but in work uniforms - they were covering the walls with something, hanging strange devices above the windows. Tatyana Borisovna noticed that Lina had woken up.

- Guys, our joy has awakened!

Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and crowded around her. “Linochka, what a beauty!” “faithful Bambi, you are so lovely!” Lina resignedly began to repeat the memorized text, which earned her more ruffles on her hair and scratching behind her ear. Someone penetrated between her legs and two wet fingers slid into her vagina; Lina jerked in surprise.

- Well, she starts again. Lina, I'm upset!

The girl froze. Footsteps were heard, then a sharp whistle and the whip burned my butt. Lina screamed and, grabbing the nearest palm, muttered, pausing for kisses.

- I didn’t mean to! Is it true! I just didn’t expect it, I’ll never do this again! Honestly!

Another whistle, and another blow. The voice that tormented her returned, but now it was not insinuating and gentle, but irritated.

- First of all, no one cares why you disobey. But you broke your oath. Lina is obedient! Lina obeys! Repeat!

- Lina is a good and obedient girl, Lina obeys the word of her owners.

Whistle, blow, scream.

- Secondly, you shouldn’t say “I”. Lina is a good girl. Lina will never do that again. Lina wants to eat. However, forget that, we know when you want to eat and when you don’t. Lina is glad to feel that you are interesting, master Vagit. Lina will do everything to make it convenient for you to explore her. Repeat.

- Lina is glad to feel that she is interesting to the owner Vagit. Lina will do everything to make it convenient for him to explore her.

Whistle, blow, scream.

-Then stand in your usual position and spread your legs!

- Wider! Even wider!

- I... that is... Lina, Lina can’t do it anymore, she can’t do it anymore. Really, really, really can’t!

- Okay, that's enough. Third. Say the story about yourself again.

Lina said.

- Well done. Please note: kissing your hand is the highest praise. And you kissed my hand after you committed a serious offense. Do you deserve more hits?

- But... but... yes, mistress. She deserved it.

Impact, scream. A blow, a scream, another blow.

- Yes, and one last thing. Apologize to the owner Vagit. And tell me what you learned. Seeing his legs in front of her, Lina began to speak quickly, fearing that he would be unhappy.

- Master Vagit, Lina is very, very sorry for what she did. Lina is glad to feel that you are interesting, master Vagit. Lina will do everything to make it convenient for you to explore her.

Instead of answering, he leaned over and brought a piece of cake to her face, she immediately swallowed it, looking at her palm with grateful eyes. He did not remove his hand, and Lina licked it hesitantly.

- Young kid, quick learner. I'm happy.

She again felt someone’s fingers at her wide-open holes, and sighed noisily, but restrained herself and froze. After playing with her lips, his fingers penetrated inside and felt the hymen.

- Look,

and Bambi has never been under a male dog.

Everyone rushed to express their delight. Each then personally checked the film in her vagina. They felt her stomach, hugged her hips, stroked and pinched her breasts. The examination continued for some time, then everyone returned to their activities, and she was allowed to lie down on a rug in the corner. At the end of the day, automatically closing steel bars were installed on the windows, the doors, walls and ceilings were upholstered with soft material, as if in a madhouse ward, mirrors were hung on top of them, and the stand with free weights was replaced with a new one equipped with doors and latches.

The next morning, Lina was woken up by Svetlana Sergeevna and Mikhail Petrovich, who kicked her with the toe of his shoe. Lina jumped to her knees, rubbing the bruised area. He grabbed his dog by the neck and threw him onto all fours.

- Lina, Sveta and I have a free day, and we decided to train you a little. Firstly, you should greet guests at the door and rejoice at their arrival, and not sleep here while we have to pour our own water. Clear? Fine. Second, where did you see a dog on two legs? You move on all fours, like a good girl. Here's a pair of knee pads for you. Maybe later we will teach you to walk on two legs, but now you can only get up on all fours at the bar to please us with a cocktail. Put on your knee pads and follow me.

Lina crawled, awkwardly moving her legs and arms, through the locker room and the hallway.

- Now I will go out and come in again, and you will greet me. — The door slammed, and when it opened again, Lina was already rubbing her cheek on the owner’s knee. He affably scratched her behind the ear, which she was incredibly happy about. - Great. Nice dog. What is this?

- This is... a collar, master.

- Correct. Put it on and button it up. — Lina obeyed and returned the key to the lock. He grabbed the collar and pulled it up. Lina’s hands left the floor, the girl was gasping for breath, but she did not dare to crawl closer so that she could kneel. — A good dog. We all have leashes, and if you upset us, you'll have to attach a chain to the collar. You've probably already seen it, attached to the wall in the corner. There's also this muzzle for punishment - to be honest, I don't know how you'll eat with a muzzle on.

He ​​let go of the collar, and the girl, who was feeling more and more like a dog, began to cough. The next rules turned out to be a ban on any manipulation with hands, except if a direct order is received - the dog always does everything with his mouth and teeth. Further, she was obliged to exercise for an hour and a half a day - no more, no less - when her owners were absent. Only at this time the ban on using hands and walking upright did not apply - the owners took care of the physical fitness of their pet. During the lecture, Svetlana Sergeevna laid out a real dog rug in the corner of the hall and placed two bowls for water and food. When Lina was allowed to eat, and she hobbled to the bowls, she found in them, in addition to water, dry dog ​​food. Not daring to object, she buried her face in the food and began, choking, to eat it - to eat at least something in these two days, except for pieces of cake. Such delicious cakes.

A minute later, Mikhail Petrovich sharply pulled the collar, Lina turned over in the air and fell on her back, coughing again.

— That’s enough,” he noted calmly, and pulled her by the leash into the hallway. He settled down on the sofa next to Svetlana Sergeevna, beckoned Lina closer and ordered her to “sit.” Lina lowered her pelvis onto her shins and straightened her arms, settling right at the feet of her owner, who bent down to ruffle her hair.

- Well done, good dog. Now give me your paws. — He took her hands and lowered them to his hips, after which he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the elastic band of his panties. — and now let’s get down to the most important part of training. Repeat, what is the highest happiness for you?

- The owner's pleasure.

- Well then, give me this pleasure. You probably don't know how. But I will be loyal. I'll teach you. Get started.

Lina broke down there, torn with a force of half a ton, with a voice in her head and a piece of cake that deprived her of faith. Now she only knew that these rooms were her world, and the pleasure of the hated owner was her happiness. she also realized that her happiness was memories of the past, when she studied, communicated with friends, went to clubs. Now she will walk on all fours, learn the science of bringing joy to her owners, and you can forget about communication. And gradually she will forget everything that happened before this hall and this collar. And was it really she who went to a new fitness club two days ago, enjoying the good weather? Hatred will probably disappear too. Lina will gratefully lick the hands that feed her cakes, joyfully rub her cheek against the legs of those entering, to her delight she will learn to perfectly lick their penises and quickly jump on all fours.

To be continued, probably.

(horror, what can you think of doing with nothing! :))