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doraSalonica -> August session (6/8/2014 4:26:18 AM)
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D likes being naked in front of the two men. She has put on a little weight and her belly is round and fleshy. Her breasts are swollen, with big brown nipples, very soft. Heavy but not drooping. Her pussy is nothing to talk about, it is locked. “We never fuck her there, ever,” her Dom says.
She lies down on the floor at his order, face up, placing her small head with the short blond hair in the blue basin. The basin is like a hairdresser’s, cut open in the front, for washing hair comfortably. Over the basin there is a chair without the seat part. A toilette seat is fastened to the chair’s frame with tape.
D lies down under the chair and settles her head in the middle of the basin. She opens her mouth, closes her eyes and waits. When the two men start pissing on her, she closes her ears with her hands to protect them from the urine. Her movements of self-defense are done automatically, without thinking. The hands find their way on their own, they move around the body like nervous sparrows. The body is in the centre. There is nothing else, only the body. She swallows as much urine as she can, noticing that the young Dom’s urine tastes differently to that of his friend. She can tell the two tastes apart in her mouth, she already knows which one she prefers. One of them was drinking whiskey, the other vodka with orange juice. They did not drink much, nor did she, just one drink. She is gasping for air, turning her head to the right and to the left. She does not dare breathe through the nose, as the golden liquid keeps coming in abundance. It makes her choke, it just will not stop. Two big-bodied men, filled with urine. They empty their bladder on her, they water her with their smelly juices, soak her in urine. They laugh at the way she grimaces.
She should be wearing a cardboard sign hanging round her neck, with a single word written on it, with big childish letters: WRETCHED.
When the two men finish pissing, the young Dom tells her, “Go and wash up. Take the basin too and wash it out”. She gets up, wiping her face hastily with her hands so that the urine does not enter her eyes and goes to the bathroom, dripping wet, carrying the basin. She washes up carefully, washes her hair, she starts smelling beautifully again. Then she washes out the basin in the sink and takes it back to its place.
D is naked and her hair is wet. The boys put her in the cage. She lies down on her side and rests. She can hear them talking in the living room, they are laughing. They are such good friends, so comfortable with each other. They share any vulgarity that comes to their head. She is trying to hear what they are saying, as if she were hiding in the men’s room, about to find out the secrets of their world. It is not a very interesting world. It consists of crude jokes, laughing out loud and trying not to touch each other in a way that could be misunderstood.
They return very soon. Pity, she was so tired. She had been forced to give head to the young Dom’s friend for an awful long time before. She did not like his penis at all, it is crooked to one side. She licked his ass too. That was one of his unfulfilled fantasies. She did it as well as she could. She did not want to disappoint him. It is nice to fulfill other people’s fantasies. She spread his cheeks with her hands and stuck her little tongue inside. His anus was pink and very clean. She finds him repugnant in general. There are great gaps between his teeth and he is balding. Her own Dom is handsome and very young, much younger than she is. He could be her son. She does see him as her son, though he is a total prick.
Today he is excessively cruel for some reason. Probably he is pissed off with her because she had disappeared on him. D had thought he just did not have enough room in his life for her. Apparently he did. Now she is paying for the disappearing act.
His friend wants to sodomize her and the Dom says he should do it without any lubricant. He wants her to feel pain. Her Dom kicks her on the butt to make her go down on all fours and then he presses her chest down placing his foot on her back. She accepts the sodomy without squirming, but she moans a lot and she is worried that people in the neighboring apartments can hear them. The balcony door is open too.
Such a strange sensation… She feels like a rag doll, she cannot react at all. She is just moaning and digging her nails into the carpet. She cannot find the will to stand up to them. A sweet exhaustion is crawling inside her. All she wants to do is lie down and sleep. She is happy to enter the cage then, after the pissing. At least here they will leave her alone for a while.
Her Dom’s friend comes back very quickly though. He says he wants to cum. He stands outside the cage and sticks his dick in through the bars. She does not move, she does not even look at it. “Why don’t you give me head?” he asks her in an angry voice. “You are now shy all of a sudden?” “I do not have permission,” she says. The friend calls out her Dom through the open door and he gives her the order to blow him. She gets up on her knees instantly and starts sucking him as well as she can. She rests her forehead on the bars and offers herself like a hole to the crooked penis. It keeps pushing deeper and deeper, it makes her gag. Her neck aches, because her head is touching the ceiling of the cage, causing her to hold it in an awkward position.
But the friend cannot cum. The Dom earlier on could not cum either, when she sucked him. The boys are pumped full of adrenaline. They would not be able to cum even if Monica Bellucci herself walked into the small apartment in Thessaloniki, stark naked, with her big hips shaking provocatively.
In a little while they take her out of the cage and tie her to the cross. The strokes are not too terrible. She asked them not to leave any marks because she has to travel to England in a few days. They accept this, only after a very heavy stroke with the riding crop, which leaves its mark. In return for this concession, her Dom comes to her right and pinches her right nipple. He pulls her breast upwards, holding it by the nipple and slaps her breast from the bottom upwards. She squeals. “Listen how she squeals, the bitch,” says her Dom. “Do it harder,” says his friend.
At a very strong pinch that seems to go on for ever, she pulls her hand out of the binds, without realizing it and tries to protect her body. Her Dom does not know much about sparrows and things and he gets angry. He slaps her around to his heart’s delight and she starts to cry. He puts her back into the cage. She lies down on her side and looks at her hand, which is shaking. Interesting, it has a life of its own. Then the Dom’s friend comes along and lets out a loud fart towards the cage.
“Did she turn her head away?” she hears her Dom ask.
“No, she did not”, says his friend. They both approve quietly of her action - or rather of the absence of action.
D suddenly senses a distinct emptiness in her. Something has been lost, something which she does not miss too much. Perhaps all this has happened so that this thing would be lost. She realizes then that the word WRETCHED has no meaning at all. She removes the cardboard sign from around her neck and waits for the two friends to come back and continue with the August session.
Thessaloniki, August 2011
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