Long Night Out

[Amy_Roleplay]

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It was hot in the city, and hotter underground. I wasn't wearing much, but the truth is that wouldn't have been much different even if it were the dead of winter. I was at The State, a club with a different sort of reputation. It was secretive, and you couldn't get in without an invitation, so there were all sorts of rumors. Some people said it was a front for Russian organized crime, a place to launder their money and run a segment of their human trafficking business. That one was true. It was run by the Russians, and young girls from Europe and other parts of the world were shuttled through frequently, performing in cages and on the poles, and performing other services in the private rooms for a few weeks at a time before being moved to other parts of the country. There was always fresh blood for the wealthy businessmen who sat drinking at the tables beside the dance floor before choosing their prey. They would call for a waiter and point at the girl they wanted. Sometimes she would go dance on their table. Sometimes they would disappear upstairs.

There were rumors that it was a scandalous sex club, where viagra was passed out like candy and ladies were encouraged to partake in a little red pill known simply as "red". They said it was a wild aphrodisiac that drove girls up the wall. That was true as well, and I can attest to all of it myself. Of course, because the club was by invitation only, only the most attractive people made the cut. Beyond that, however, there was no discrimination. Young, beautiful people of all colors and all orientations danced all night. Many of us on any given night would find ourselves upstairs with a different partner five or six times. Sometimes it couldn't wait, and you would find yourself pressed up against a wall, cocktail dress hiked up over your hips, getting railed by an anonymous Adonis, invariably hung and well muscled.

In fact, very few of the rumors weren't true. It was a den of sin, and a place where the shadiest elements of the underworld mingled with the upper crust of high society. I had been "in" for about a year and at 23 it was like my double life. By day I was an elementary school teacher, by night a moaning harlot.

Like I said, it was hot and I wasn't wearing much. Just a little blue dress that clung tightly around my lithe, toned figure. My auburn hair was done up in a bun and I was wearing a pair of geeky glasses- I looked like the slutty wet dream of a teacher I was. My C cup tits were glistening with beads of sweat, any the Red was causing my nipples to nearly bore through the silky fabric of my dress. I was kissing somebody, a girl, I think, when I felt a man press up against me from behind. He was hard, massive, and grabbing my hips, dancing with me, his cock pressed against my round ass. I didn't think much of it at the time- I was more occupied with the girl I was making out with, but after a time she disappeared and I was in the middle of the pulsing universe with the same anonymous stud grinding with me, his hands winding up my stomach to my breasts. He was kissing my neck and I was grinding my ass hard against him when he whispered in my ear "Miss Ameline, $5,000 has been deposited in your bank account. There is a very important gentleman upstairs with a party who would like to see you in the VIP lounge. You may not refuse." Ameline- nobody called me that. Even at work I was Amy. How did he know my name?

The Red was pumping through my veins and activating every nerve in my body, so thinking required more effort than usual. $5,000 was a lot of money for me, and the authoritative tone in his voice wasn't one I wanted to argue with. I knew people, members, who had disappeared at the club- the rumors were they had committed "infractions", though nobody was really sure what that meant. They said they had told outsiders, or brought in outside drugs or- refused an order from a mysterious stranger. I swallowed, still caught in the heat and throes of automatic lust. It would probably be nothing- they would want me to dance or something and they'd let me go. No big deal. It happened all the time. That was what I told myself as I whispered back, craning my neck over his shoulder and licking his ear- "Take me."

I wouldn't have been able to know then that my membership status was about to be upgraded.

 

[Amy_Roleplay]

Bump!

 

[Braschi]

Aleksandr Viktorovich Krylo, "Sasha" to just a few of his very close friends, "The Boss" to his employees, and "that nice Russian fellow" to his customers stood over the one-way glass in his office overlooking the Club. It had taken him years to build up his little empire, and though he'd inherited a lot from his father, it was mostly him that brought the institution up from a gang shooting people over turf on the street to a fully vertically integrated, connected and imposing organization dedicated to drugs, gambling, trafficking, bribery, corruption and any other form of illicit activity anyone might need. Want a drilling permit in an environmental preserve? Come to The State, and talk to Krylo. He'll get it for you... but in exchange for what?

He liked the name of the Club, even though he hadn't chosen it. Probably his dad meant it as a joke, but the name made Krylo a "Statesman". Heh, he had plenty of those down there high on whatever, grinding against a well-paid bevy of attractive girls. Sure, they were all handsome men, muscular, toned... they could probably get a lot of girls on their own. But not HIS girls. Oh, no, they were special, in more ways than even they knew it. He fingered the red pill in his palm. Money and sex. That's what rules the world. And he was going to have lots of it.

It had cost him quite a lot of money to keep the music from seeping too loud into the room, but still keep all the windows so he could keep an eye on what was going on on the dance floor. To the dancers, they just looked like mirrors, but Sasha was particularly proud of the floor window. His office was completely spotless, angular, though dark and plush. The contradiction amused him. The glass on the floor was kept spotless so he could stand over his customers, watch them dancing under his feet. It also afforded him a particular view down most of the girls' reduced blouses. Not that he couldn't have most up and strip for him, but the seeing without being seen bit gave it that much more spice.

Right now, he was watching Amy kissing some girl of no consequence to him. He had a bird's eye view of Amy's breasts moving as she pressed against the girl. Krylov was almost angry when Ivan came up behind her and pressed against her, even though he'd sent him. The other girl had turned away, and Krylov figured he'd be seeing enough of Ameline in the future that it wasn't much loss.

Why her? There were stacks of folders on his desk, carefully researched club members, complete histories, each lovelier than the next. I could only assume it was the glasses; most girls shied away from them, thinking they dampened their attraction. But Amy had the looks to pull it off, and that in itself was a lot more sexy. Or was it something else? Something his subconscious had read through the lines of her profile? She walked away in Ivan's company, and he'd know soon.

Away from his desk, and his precious glass floor, there were other tables and couches. Places for his bodyguards and lieutenants. They were much more messy, some with trails of coke, stacks of dirty bills, and piles of different colour pills. The men wore dark leather jackets, and even some wore sunglasses despite the relative dimness of the room. All sported various tatoos. Krylov hated that particular part of the Russian mafia mythos; his body was a temple, and he wasn't about to scar it with half-understood symbols. Loyalty, to whom? He was the boss, of course he was loyal!

"Misha!" he growled, and one of the more heavyset men looked up from the girl he was fondling. "See if everything's ready and come get me." The man stood up right away; telling of Krylov's power that a man could step away from a half-naked girl on XTC just because he said so. Immediately the girl turned her attention to another of the black-jacketed men. Dumb brutes most of them, thought Sasha, but all the more useful.

He stepped into the bathroom for a second before strolling down to the VIP lounge

 

[Amy_Roleplay]

The stranger held my wrist firmly as he pulled me through the jumping, gasping throngs. His rings dug into my wrist and I yelped in pain at several turns. People were clawing at me as I passed through, but this was The State after all, and if they had fucked me right then and there it wouldn't have been the first time. Keeping up in my heels was difficult, and my 5'2 frame's center of gravity was four inches higher because of them. Luckily the night was young, and I hadn't had much to drink at that point.

We escaped the floor, and my escort took my arm and pulled me through a small black door guarded by two burly men in sunglasses. I had never noticed that door before somehow, and I had certainly never passed through it. The hallway was short, but bright, clean and fashionably appointed with abstract paintings. At the end of the hallway was an elevator, which my escort called for not with a simple press of a button, but by entering a 4 digit code into a number pad. A voice tinged with a Russian accent came from unseen speakers- "Possverd." to which my escort replied with the same accent- "Magnate." The white doors opened and I was pulled inside.

Immediately he began frisking me, running his hands up my legs, thighs and under my dress, letting his fingers linger over my bare ass cheeks and the lacy thong clinging damply to my cunt. I moaned with the passage of his fingers- the Red still coursing through me strongly. He pressed himself against me as he worked his hands up my torso, my tits squeezed against the glass walls of the elevator, my cheek pressed to the cold glass. He whispered in my ear- "Wouldn't want any surprises for the boss, would we?" His lips were but a millimeter from my neck when the doors opened and I saw the more menacing figure standing behind him in the glass. In the mirror I saw my escort's eyes widen, but only for a brief moment before the new stranger had thrown him into the adjacent wall, leaving him sputtering on the floor.

"Idiot!" the new stranger yelled. "The Boss will have your balls for this!" My escort blubbered incoherently while the new stranger turned to me- "Miss Ameline, I am Misha, please pardon this idiot. Follow me, please." Misha did not touch me, and indicated the way down the hall. He too was a thug, without doubt, but seemingly higher ranking- at least more so than my escort had been. I still wasn't worried- it hadn't connected yet that I would be meeting "The Boss". He was more myth and legend than anything else, and there were plenty who didn't think there even was one single "boss" running the whole operation. I was horny, dripping with sweat, and the thought of working a pole for a party of young executives was not an unappealing proposition for me at that moment.

I followed Misha. Here too the hallway was well lit and adorned with expensive looking art. The thumping music below was almost indiscernible- an indistinguishable white noise. We came to the end of the hallway, and Misha pushed open two large double doors, faced with white leather. The room was dim inside, and the doors were closed behind me. For a moment I thought I was alone while my eyes adjusted. I realized I was standing on a raised platform, and not much else when I heard the first whistle, followed by a string of cat calls and whooping yells and claps coming from all around me. I grinned naughtily- exactly what I thought. Just a bunch of hotshot Goldman kids. But almost as soon as the cat calls had started, they were silenced by a commanding voice.

I saw him, and in an instant, I knew The Boss was real.

 

[Braschi]

"Zatkneesh blyat!" shouted Krylo, when the calls and clapping started to interrupt his thoughts. He couldn't blame his minions; they didn't really know what was going on, and probably thought it was just a show. A couple looked at him uneasily, but most were focused on Amy and what she had to show.

The platform she was on was pretty much like the room's own private stage, with it's corresponding lighting and pole. Low but very comfortable chairs were spread about the room, interspersed with velvet-covered tables. Various erotic paintings hung on the walls. The atmosphere quite unabashedly screamed lots of money to spend on sex; elegant, outrageous, money-encrusted sex.

The men had their chairs at the foot of the stage turned to the action. As interested as they were in looking cool, they weren't going to let their "coolness" get in the way of watching Amy. A couple of them leered up at her, and one was visibly stroking the crotch of his trousers. Further back, however, sat Alexandr Krylo, in a particularly broad and comfortable armchair, Mikhail standing on the left side behind him, and a particularly scantily clad waitress holding a tray with just one glass stood on his left.

Krylo had one of those rumbling, deep voices that come from lots of exercise and giving orders regularly. And being Russian. "Dobrei viecher," he began, and while the men keep stealing her lewd glances at her, the room was quite quiet even with the thumping from the dance floor below, "thank you for accepting my proposition. You are here for an audition of sorts. I vould like to give you a job, a werry high paying job, but I need to know you can do it. If you are paid $5.000 just to audition, I'm sure you can appreciate that you'd be paid quite handsomely."

He let that sink in a bit. She was swaying, and her eyes were a little unfocused. Typical reaction to the drugs; they didn't let you think clearly, and often he had to be a little too explicit. But he didn't want to tell her what was in his plan if she wasn't going to make the cut. Why bother? He looked from the breasts almost spilling out of her top up to her eyes. He really did want her to do well. It'd be such a waste if she didn't.

"I vont you to strip for me, completely. I vont to get a good look at your body, first. Don't worry about the guys; they're for later." He let a wink slip back into his voice and then set back to wait for her reaction.

 

[Amy_Roleplay]

"Dobrei viecher,"
I wasn't sure what it meant, but it confirmed my suspicion. This was the Boss, and these were his cronies. My eyes adjusted to the room around me. Bright lights shown down on me and the stage, and I noticed the pole towards the center. Through the glare I could see figures in the dim, slouched in low chairs, some with crude smiles defining their faces in the dark. In the back was the man who had silenced the others. She couldn't make him out distinctly, but his chair was larger, his suit exponentially more expensive and was being waited on by a beautiful young attendant, no older than 18 and wearing only a pair of black bootyshorts that clung attractively to her hips and revealed the bottom half of her young ass. In my "real" life I wasn't usually attracted to girls, but on Red, nothing was off limits.

"thank you for accepting my proposition. You are here for an audition of sorts. I vould like to give you a job, a werry high paying job, but I need to know you can do it. If you are paid $5.000 just to audition, I'm sure you can appreciate that you'd be paid quite handsomely."

I had forgotten about the money, but the reminder sent a shiver down my spine. I was still teaching back then, and $5000 was an incredibly significant sum of money. I had no idea what the job would entail, but the promise of money flooded me with endorphins. I wasn't sure if that was an effect of the Red, but I was excited at the potential of making a lot of money. My sense of fear and what might normally have been apprehension was dulled by the pounding lust between my thighs.

"I vont you to strip for me, completely. I vont to get a good look at your body, first. Don't worry about the guys; they're for later."

There it was. I smiled mischievously. The thought of stripping for the room full of men turned me on immensely. I didn't know what he meant by the guys being "for later", but I didn't dwell on it for more than a moment. I stepped forward to the front of the stage, my heels clacking as I went. I slipped the straps of my dress off over my shoulders as I walked upstage, revealing lacy black bra straps. The slutty little dress hung on my tits alone as I reached the front. I was incredibly hot, and wanted to get naked. I summoned my most professional intonations, as if I was at an interview for a job I wanted more than anything.

"Thank you for this opportunity, sir. I'm very appreciative of your considering me, and I hope you find me to be- up to your standards."

My dress fell to the ground as I completed the sentence, and I stood before the men in just my heels, glasses, lingerie and a pearl necklace. I was wearing a black lace demi bra which was almost sheer under the lights, and the tops of my pink nipples were like rising suns just above a lacy horizon. My body was dripping with beads of sweat that ran down my slender, toned stomach to my waxed pussy clothed in a matching black lace thong that rode low on my hips. Again, I smiled naughtily- if anything, the room was getting hotter.

There were claps again and some cheers- this time they weren't silenced. I turned around to give them all a view of my ass. My supervisor at work had once told me secretly that my ass was one of the reasons they had put me in an elementary school instead of a high school- it would have been far too distracting to the students while I was up at the board. This was the same supervisor I had been helping cheat on his wife essentially since I had gotten my job, but that's another story.

I bent over to touch my toes, and spent a long couple of seconds compromised there, more than expecting one of the men to hop up on stage and take me right then. I stood up, and still facing away from the men, unstrapped my bra. I tossed it off the stage and turned to face them again with my arms crossed over my tits, with an innocent look on my face. Slowly I slid them down, revealing my glistening melons to the men, who clapped and yelled louder. Slowly I pulled my thong down, wiggling out of it as it peeled off of my moist, sweaty body. I was standing before them completely naked, save for my heels, glasses and the pearl necklace.

 

[Braschi]

Aleksandr Krylo sat back when the girl smiled. That's what he wanted to see. Sure, she was on Red. Sure, she was a member, been fucked more times than she could remember, and probably had done a show just like this already. That wasn't the point. No, the point was if you are going to put a gun to someone's head to make 'em do something, you'd better be sure they can do it, otherwise it's a waste of a good bullet. Not that Amy would do what he wanted willingly -in fact, he was counting on a fight sometime down the line. Certainly that would be fun too, but eventually she'd do as she was told. That, more than the topless girl standing next to him, got his cock to wake up and stretch a little.

Of course his face wouldn't betray any of this, even if it could be seen properly in the dim atmosphere. His features were as stone and impassive as ever. Even when the men started cheering and clapping, he remained stony-faced and apparently unimpressed. More, he looked like a connoisseur looking over his cuvée in search of the perfect tint. His eyes lingered softly over her curves, surveyed each movement of her presentation, from the delicate lace and the soft nipple pressing underneath, the timing of her movements and the delicate sway of her body. Even with the Red and who knew how much she'd drank on the floor, she was impeccable. He'd certainly be getting his money of her. He was so absorbed in his cineaste's review of her performance that he didn't notice he'd sprouted a rather full bulge in his trousers. Having seen so many girls in so many compromised states, he'd become quite wont to a naked girl in front of him. But again, Amy had something special; not just the glasses, and not just the pearl necklace his eyes kept getting snagged on.

The Russian looked up at the girl standing next to him, and clearly she'd noticed his arousal. She was looking down at his crotch with ill-concealed fright, and looked away with a slight gulp when she saw him looking at him. Poor thing, she'd become quite intimate with the sort of thing Krylo enjoyed. But she needn't have worried just then; Amy was bent over, her arse amply exposed to the crowd of lewd men, all cheering, and some with their hands down their pants. A couple glanced back a the Boss, since this was more less the time he usually gave his tacit approval to ravage the girl on stage, but he didn't show any sign. This wasn't one of the many parties he threw for his men; no, this was a show. Amy's show, for him. He ignored the looks and calls of the men, just background noise as he focused on Amy revealing her breasts. What red-blooded man could resist that sight?

By the time Amy stood naked before Alexandr, Misha was shuffling a bit behind his boss and a couple of the cronies were actually panting at the stage. All the Boss did, however, was smile. He considered a last four or five seconds before bringing his hands together and approving a couple of claps for her performance. The thugs, however, gave her a standing ovation, cheering and whistling. Krylo had a plan and waited for the uproar to calm a bit. The men were looking at him with "And now can we?" faces, because they'd certainly had been more affected than the Boss by Amy's superb performance.

"Very good, debochka, I am quite pleased. But, you must be very hot after that dance, and it's quite hot in the room, no? Why don't you come down here and kneel, so I can give you some... refreshment?" He indicated a place on the carpet about too feet from his shoes.

The mobsters, however, were looking at him somewhat quizzically. Are we going to fuck her, or what? They thought there were there for one of Krylo's morale parties, maybe a good time for work well done. What was he playing at. There was a good hot pussy right there, why not fuck it? Eh? Not that anyone would question the Boss. Especially with Mikhail looking over his shoulder...

 

[Amy_Roleplay]

A standing ovation- I smiled and bit my lower lip, scanning the crowd and winking mischievously at some of the men. A number of them had their hands down their pants. Normally I would find men like this repulsive, but on the Red, all I could imagine were their massive cocks ravishing me on stage. Briefly I fantasized of taking several of them at once- letting them cum in me, on me, and use me in ways I would hate. I stopped myself- the hardest thing about Red was not doing anything you would regret later. I loved sex. I absolutely adored it. Nothing made my day like a good hard fucking- or five. But some girls went too far, doing things that so repulsed them while under the influence of Red that they would "resign" from the Club, too ashamed of themselves for letting 15 men gangbang them over the course of the night, so ruining their bodies they occasionally left in an ambulance. There were plenty of stories like that- I was careful, or so I thought.

"Very good, debochka, I am quite pleased. But, you must be very hot after that dance, and it's quite hot in the room, no? Why don't you come down here and kneel, so I can give you some... refreshment?"

His voice was so commanding, it made my entire body quaver. The thought of taking his cock sent ecstatic shivers down my spine that nearly electrified my dripping cunt. My knees almost buckled as I moaned from nothing but the thought of it. Again, as professionally as possible- "That would be so kind of you, sir. Thank you."

I stepped down off the stage, walking between the crowd of men. I could feel their breath on my soft, marble white skin. My nipples were completely erect, and my thighs were glistening not just with oil. I made out more of his features as I approached him- he was older, but not so old- and dashing, in a tough, rugged way. His eyes didn't meet mine as I approached him. He was surveying me, like an owner surveys his property. It made me even hotter to think about it. When I kneeled before him his eyes were still hanging on the pearl necklace that hung between my tits, still running with beads of sweat.

There was a massive bulge in his pants, and without even meaning too I licked my lips. I looked up at him, doe-eyed, sitting on my knees with my hands in my lap like a child. The fire behind my innocent eyes said it all- "May I?"

 

[Braschi]

There isn't a much sexier sight than a completely naked woman walking towards one, and then slipping to her knees. But, somehow Amy managed to make it the sexiest Krylo had seen. It couldn't be just the pearls and the glasses, no: there was something ... personal. He hadn't put his finger on it, but the Red, the glasses -hell, even her breasts and hips, her dripping wet cunt- were just accessories to something uniquely Amy and irresistibly arousing. Something Krylo had full intention to exploit.

He watched her now with the same intensity as she approached, but then intent had changed. Before he was seeing if she would do... now he eyed her with a mind to what she'd do. He had a plan, but when she liked her lips while looking up at him, he had no more mind for the pearls, and even considered throwing the plan away and letting her do what she most clearly wanted to. Lack of discipline, however, is not how you become a kingpin in the Russian mafia, so despite the bulge in his pants and the quickened heart rate, he kept his face firm and just a slight approving smile.

The atmosphere had quieted down a bit. Everyone knew -what man seeing such a beautiful girl kneeling in the nude wouldn't?- what would happen next, and although they were sort of disappointed at not having a go right then, they were still very eager to stay around and watch. Who knew what would happen afterwards, eh? But, Amy's show wasn't over just yet.

Krylo leaned forward and made as if he were brushing a hair from her brow, his finger trailing gently over her forehead and behind her ear. He was looking at her with an uncommon benevolence in his face, like a stern general about to give his trusted sergent a mission. Then his fingers trailed gently behind her ear, his palm just grazing her cheek, his fingers caressing her neck, lingering a second in a whispered touch.

Suddenly he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and jerked her head forward with impressive strength, dragging her upper body with the movement so her shoulders were pressed against his knees and she had to steady herself with her hands on the floor. Her mouth couldn't have been more than a couple of inches from the pleat in his trousers, that covered the bulge of his cock. It quite evidently throbbed, hardening even more with her so close. But with his hand in her hair, he was keeping her exactly where he wanted her, and that was to turn her face up to look at him, presenting her throat to his cock more than her lips.

"We're going to play a little game," he said. His voice was deep, and although it might have been playful, it clearly conveyed that what he said was going to happen, would happen. There wasn't even an "or else" option. "And since you're already naked and my men are all horny because of you, we'll make it a sex game." The mood in the room became suddenly very expectant. No, they didn't know what it was, either, but they sure did want to find out. Every eye was focused on the naked girl, and the only sound was the bated breath and the far-off throbbing of the Club's dancefloor. Krylo's voice took on a little mischievousness, "You're going to be the toy -vat you say? a fucktoy, da? and three of my men here will be players." There was a bit of movement among the on-lookers, but Krylo was keeping Amy's head firmly in her grasp so she couldn't turn it anywhere and could only see his face. He seemed very interested in what would register on her face, and for the first time was actually looking into her eyes. More like prying, like a thief with a crowbar working his way into her mind to plunder. "Let's see, we'll have Yuri, aaand, Wiktor, step forward you two... Illya, you too. Beliniy." There was movement behind Amy, and some chuckles, but Krylo was quite firm in not letting her turn her head. "Now, here's the game. These three guys are going to take turns fucking you, but they von't cum, ah? They fuck you how they like, and just before they cum, they stop." A couple of protests at this went up, but Krylo was more interested in Amy's reaction. "Then, you pick one, the one you like the most and you suck him off, da? But here's the game, you can't see him, you only feel his dick. Based on that, you decide who you want to suck. So, your pussy is a toy, they play with it, and the guy who plays best, you give him reward, da?"

Clearly he was asking if she understood, not whether she agreed. "OK, Viktor, your pants are down first, so you go. C'mon." Krylo turned back to the girl he held captive. "What? You didn't think I'd let just any girl get her mouth on my cock, did you?" Victor was kneeling behind Amy, his legs on the outside of hers, brushing against her. His eagerness was evidently in his excited breathing and the head of his cock bumped along Amy's thigh and buttocks, leaving little spots of precum as he situated himself. "Hold your ass up," Krylo continued to admonish her, "keep your pussy easy to reach." The man had one hand on her ass guiding her while his cock bumped against her inner thighs, and then brushed along the lips at her entrance. "That's a good girl, but you're going to have to be a lot better before I'll fuck you." The man's cock was slipping between her moist lips, pushing towards her cunt. "That's a privilege you've got to work to get," cock at her entrance, "slut." Cock forcing it's way inside her. "Right now, you're just a little fucktoy that's getting fucked." Viktor's cock was sliding in and out of her pussy, trying to get in deeper each time, his voice coming in stifled little moans as her flesh squeezed around him. "Like any of the other cunts in the club. But you're going to be special, aren't you?" Viktor's hands where on her arse, holding her in place while his cock plunged repeatedly into her. "You're going to be a really good girl and do as your told, aren't you fucktoy?" fingers digging into her buttocks, hips slamming against her, the wet sounds of sex filling the room, his cock throbbing against her delicate inside. "Tell me you want to be a good girl and get fucked. Tell me how much you like cock in you." Krylo's eyes were alight, almost like hunger, a sexual hunger he wasn't going to satisfy with his dick, but by violating her mind. Even so, it had his cock hard and erect, straining against his trousers towards her. "Tell me what you yearn for. Beg!" A lewd grin cracked Krylo's features as he listened to her, reduced her, used her. The other men in the room were staring quiet expectantly, several cheering on their friend, other's making more ribald remarks. But all were very much focused on her body, the curve of her back and the turn of her hips. How she shook with each of Viktor's thrusts, and especially how her boobs bounced back and forth, her nipples swaying seductively. They crowded around her, but still Krylo kept her head turned up to face him, and even though a couple had their cocks out and were vigorously masturbating to her humiliation and use, even a couple she could see, they still didn't touch her.

Viktor stopped thrusting, his cock was puling, though, and he stopped breathing. Suddenly he jerked back with a groan, pulling himself from her and falling to the side. Hoots and jeers broke out, and Krylo's attention was drawn away. "So quick?" he chided the man, "didn't you say you could go for hours?" Some of the guys were laughing in the way men do when another fails at something they themselves don't have to prove themselves at.

Still, however, the Russian boss held Amy's head in place, but when he leaned forward to inspect something, her head came down a bit, and he moved forward, just enough for the bulge in his trousers to press against her face, and she could distinctly feel a throb before he sat back in his chair.

 

[Amy_Roleplay]

There was a long moment of silence, as tense and kinetic as a loaded gun. I looked up, lustfully, truly desiring to taste his pulsing cock. The Boss was smiling, but so subtly I could hardly tell at the time- since then I've learned to read him better and- well, a lot has changed since that night.

He leaned in, stroking my cheek. I blushed like a schoolgirl, my cheeks flush with excitement and strange adoration. That's another odd effect of Red- it doesn't just make you want- it makes you want to be wanted. It's a bit like having a massive crush on everybody you see, hoping they notice you and fawning for their attention. It didn't just turn good girls bad- it turned good girls gone bad against one another. It wasn't uncommon to see two girls literally fighting one another over a man's attention, only to have them rip one another's clothes off and realize they'd rather be making out with one another. It had happened to me before, and this side effect was in force now. I wanted this man, and I wanted him to want me. When he touched my cheek, I got butterflies in my stomach.

That was before what happened next. Before I was even sure of what had happened I was being grabbed by my hair, roughly, and dragged on my knees toward The Boss. I screamed, I think, and the adrenaline made me pant. I was supporting myself with my hands on the ground between his knees when he pulled me by my hair again, forcing me to look up at him, baring my throat to his cock, which even in my fear I couldn't help but to glance at in my peripheries. I knew then that the situation might be becoming dangerous- but those were thoughts I struggled to stay focused on as my cunt seemed to be begging to be filled.

"We're going to play a little game, and since you're already naked and my men are all horny because of you, we'll make it a sex game."

This has to stop- you need to get out of here! The voice of reason echoed out of futility in the back of my head. I was afraid. But more than afraid I was in pain, and even more than that I was still turned on. The idea of a sex game was very appealing- as the men became hushed in anticipation, I let out a small, excited moan.

"You're going to be the toy -vat you say? a fucktoy, da? and three of my men here will be players."

He proceeded to select three of his thugs and explain the rules- they would take turns fucking me, to just before they came, then stop. I wouldn't get to see any of them, but at the end I would have to choose which one fucked me the best, and suck him off. What would happen afterwards wasn't clear, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead. I bit my lower lip and looked up at The Boss naughtily, excited for the game. AMY- you need to get out of here NOW. Again the voice in the back of my head screamed for my attention, but all I could think about was the hard cock pressed against my rear end.

"Hold your ass up, keep your pussy easy to reach."

"Mmm, yes sir..." I moaned in response, grinding my ass against the thug's cock. He was nice and big, and rock hard. He was talking to me, calling me a slut, but I could scarcely hear him. His fingers dug into my ass as he finally penetrated me. I gasped- nearly screamed- as he pushed into me, filling my sex with his dick. He began slamming into me, gripping my ass tighter, the sounds of my humiliation filling the room. At this point I couldn't hear the voice in the back of my head any longer- I could only moan. I saw men around me masturbating without making any attempt to hide it, and it only got me wetter.

"Tell me you want to be a good girl and get fucked. Tell me how much you like cock in you."

"Ohhh God I fucking love it... Please, please I need more... Oh God fuck my little cunt harder..."

The men seemed to enjoy this and cheered. I continued to pant, sweating, taking his cock like nothing but a toy as The Boss held me in my place. "Tell me what you yearn for. Beg!" he commanded, and I complied. "I need more cock, Jesus Christ, please fill me up, give me every fucking inch!" I was almost screaming, approaching orgasm- and he pulled out. I moaned again, full of desire. The men were laughing about something. The Boss adjusted himself in his seat, and his bulging meat pressed against my cheek- that was when I realized I was crying.

At the time I didn't know why, and didn't have time to think about it before the next cock was deep inside me. Again I screamed in pleasure. This cock was thicker, and the nectar of my sex ran down the length of it as he pulled out from every thrust. He spanked me hard and I screamed in delight. It would leave a mark- so would the next one. He spanked me over and over again to the point of pain, but the sharp pain climbing up my spain was counterbalanced by the dull, pulsing electricity emanating from between my thighs. The tears were still running down my cheeks, ruining my makeup, but I wasn't thinking about that when I felt the waves of a powerful climax wash over me- I nearly collapsed- my knees and elbows buckled, and I was being supported by The Boss grabbing my hair and the still throbbing cock in my pussy- but after a moment he too pulled out, and my voluptuous but reddened ass collapsed to the ground.

 

[Braschi]

A smile was finally making itself evident on Krylo's face; he was starting to thoroughly enjoy himself, but in more ways than the guys with their hands wrapped around their members. He'd settled back in his chair, and pulled Amy forward enough so the tears running down her cheeks fell onto his crotch. He was fascinated with her smudged mascara, and sparkling eyes. The rivulets of dark over her skin contrasted so with her still made-up face, like outward signs of the scouring he was doing to her soul. He glanced briefly and imperceptibly towards his right. Mikhail was the only one in the room who kept his hand steady: he was holding a camera. There was no going back to teaching for Amy. Well, not in a real school, anyway.

Krylo's grinned deepened as he watched a few more tears run down her cheek. Sure, she was in pain -not much by his sadistic standards- but with Illych forcing his cock into her, and the moans she let out, clearly pleasure was getting the upper hand. The Russian couldn't help feel a tingle of pride at his little pill.

"That's a good little slut," he cooed, running a soft hand over her forehead as Amy's body shook with the power of Illych's thrusts. Not only was he well-endowed, but he was a rather big and strong man as well. He fit the Russian bear model very well; hairy, barrel-chested, deep, rumbling voice. Not much English, though, and mostly the feel of Amy's pussy sliding over his cock elicited guttural grunts and occasionally a growled "syuka". Illych slapped Amy's rump, but Krylo kept her firmly in place, boring into her eyes as hard as the other man was fucking her. Much as he was enjoying her humiliation and use as a toy, his plan wasn't over yet, and he waited more than patiently for the right moment. Despite his cock trying everything to get out of his pants and jump into Amy's mouth just inches away. It was pushing hard against the fabric of his trousers.

It wasn't until Illych couldn't take any more, and Yuri had just finished settling himself behind Amy and slipped his normal sized, though curved, cock into her now stretched and sopping pussy, that Krylo started working on the next part of his plan. He'd left Yuri for last on purpose: Yuri enjoyed a little bit of pain, and immediately started slapping Amy on the ass quite hard. The Boss knew that Yuri's tastes were a lot more creative, and he probably wanted to get his hands on Amy's nipples to twist them and cause her more pain. But denying him also gave Krylo plenty of pleasure, and Amy's boobs stayed firmly pressed against the Boss' knees. Some more tears sprang from Amy's eyes, and Krylo turned to the girl standing on his left, still holding the tray with the glass.

"Yelena," he said rather quietly, and jerked his head. A silent command that she'd better understand. The men around were just engrossed in watching Amy's humiliation. They knew better than to try and mess up the Boss' games, and knew if they were wanted, they'd be called. By now all of them had their cocks out, standing in a circle around the kneeling, bedraggled, used, horny girl, hands vigorously pumping up and down their cock shafts. They were determined to enjoy the show to it's fullest. Yuri, his cock slipping in and out of Amy's sopping pussy was very intent on her as well, his hand coming down with a loud smack on her arse, sending appreciative murmurs around the circle of masturbating men.

Krylo could tell that Amy was instants away from orgasm, and was timing the effects of the Red for a little bit of fun for himself. The part of it that caused a girl to form a crush on whoever she saw, and by forcing her to look at him while she was fucked, Krylo had ensured she suffered the most intense effects of the pill while looking at him. Now he was going to use that against her and to his amusement.

Yelena didn't have the benefit of Red, and was just plain scared. Her eyes were bigger than saucers, and her hands shook. Having been kidnapped and brought to the country illegally, the only thing keeping her from being a drugged-up, malnourished hooker in the ghetto was Krylo found something amusing about her. She didn't have room to screw up, and she was also deadly afraid that Krylo's interest in Amy would take away her only remaining protection. Yelena spared Amy just a frightened glance before tentatively and very gingerly reaching just a few inches away from Amy and very carefully undoing Krylo's trousers. Two or three strained breaths from Amy, and a soft, comfortable sigh from Krylo later, Yelena pulled out the Boss' turgid, swollen cock, hesitantly holding it with thumb and forefinger. Yuri, oblivious to what was going on in front of Amy's face, thrust all the harder, forcing her into orgasm. Yelena, as per Krylo's prior instructions, brought his cock up to her face, wiping up her tears with it. A second later, Krylo lowered Amy's head as her orgasm washed over her, and Yelena used her tears to wet the Boss' cock as her hand slid up and down his shaft.

When Amy's orgasm was over, Krylo finally let go of her hair so she could tumble to the floor. He was openly grinning and chuckling. Yelena stared in fright at the girl on the ground, still holding onto the Boss' cock for lack of having been told to do anything.

"OK, now that was fun!" exclaimed Krylo, thinking more of his little game than the bigger one that involved everyone else. Clearly the three men weren't about to call it "fun" yet, having been left with unfinished business, cocks still hard and coated with Amy's juices. "Right, then, slut," Krylo continued, "who's cock did you like the most? The first, the second or the third? Who do you want to suck now?"

The Boss was grinning; clearly he'd evaluated the different options and was about to enjoy any of them.

 

[Amy_Roleplay]

I collapsed to the ground, heaving, sobbing and moaning. I was incredibly turned on, my pussy still on fire and begging for more, the dull pain of the spanking I had received radiating through my body. I felt used, like something less than a whore- I was a toy for their enjoyment and nothing more. On Red the thought of it only made me wetter- but I also knew now in the back of my mind, now that I had a moment to think- that this was the most degraded I had ever been in my life, and that I would probably never fully recover psychologically. I had gotten fucked by three men while another wiped my tears with his cock- and I was pretty sure I had seen somebody with a video camera. There would be no teaching for me anymore I knew at that point.

I was roused from my thoughts and the still pulsing waves of my orgasms by the Boss's voice- I had almost forgotten about the game. Now I had to choose which one of them I wanted to let have their way with me- which one I had enjoyed the most. I looked up at the Boss, not knowing whether I was expecting compassion or guidance, but he only looked down at me expectantly, like a master waits for their dog to roll over. His young whore was holding his massive cock, bigger than the ones which had fucked her, and looking terrified. Their eyes connected for a moment, but Amy didn't know how to read it. She was so young- how many times had she been subjected to this, and how many times had she been forced on Red and made to love it like a slut?

I didn't give my answer as much thought as I should have- I was scared, and too horny to think straight. "The- the last one... The last one, please..." I managed to moan. He had hit me the hardest, and though his cock wasn't the largest, his cruelty turned her on. It seemed that her tears were directly proportional to her pleasure- what she enjoyed the most now she would regret the most later. She let her head hang low as she lifted her ass back up, dejected and afraid, but she couldn't help but to sway it seductively at the same time, inviting the Russian to fuck her hard.

 

[Braschi]

Illych and Viktor let out expressions of disgust and disappointment. A couple of the other men laughed, and Yuri stepped forward confidently with his chest inflating. He'd won, and he couldn't help feeling proud. Krylo watched intently, completely ignoring the little whore running her hand up and down his cock. Amy was still panting, but he could help feel a little tingle as he saw her sway her ass seductively.

It was only for a moment before Yuri grabbed her firmly be the hair and jerked her head to his crotch. He brought out his cock and slapped her full across the face with it, while leering down at her. Now that he knew he was going to get off, his cock was quite hard and eager for girlflesh.

"Stop!" admonished Krylo, and Yuri looked over in surprise. What? He'd won fair and square? "Here," the Boss pointed to the carpet at his feet "do it here." Yuri grinned and yanked Amy's head to the side, pulling her unceremoniously until she was kneeling at Krylo's feet, her side pressed against his knees. Krylo would have a full view of her degradation and abuse. Yuri stepped in front of her, giving a painful jerk to her hair so her mouth would fall open and a grimace flash across her face. Before she could utter a sound, the Russian had crammed his cock into her mouth, forcing his cock covered still in her juices, along her tongue and groaning. He didn't bother to wait for her to start sucking but kept a good hold of her head and started to thrust his hips, pushing his cock repeatedly into her mouth. He had no concern for what it might do to her, how it felt, or how much he was messing up her makeup. He even grinned at her lipstick smeared along his shaft.

A round of hoots and cheers, or jeers? went up around the circle of masturbating men. They clearly appreciated his antics. But they didn't last long; he was about to cum from having just fucked her pussy. It didn't keep him from his signature cruelty, though. He leaned over, still thrusting into her mouth, his muscles tight, his veins bulging even as he held the girl in place.

"You vant cum, ah whore?" With his cock filling her mouth, it wasn't like she was going to answer, so he slapped her on the cheek, still grinding against her tongue and pushing as far into her throat as he could manage. "Hot cum for your dirty mouth, eh?" He slapped her face again, but this time it was too much for him, and his cock started to throb, spilling his cum into her mouth and throat. "Drink it, you filthy fucking whore!" he shouted, more like groaned as his whole body shook and his cock spurted, "Fuuuck, whore," he managed until finally he was spent, and he stepped back panting and exhausted.

A cheer went up among the onlookers, and even Krylo grinned. Yuri pushed Amy away from him, and strode back towards his pals, shaking his hands over his head in victory. Her lipstick, cum, saliva mixed with his sperm dripped from his shrinking cock, but he paid no heed.

"OK, that's enough!" Krylo barked suddenly, "show's over!" He pushed Yelena way, and stowed his cock away. "Get out of here, you bunch of horny bastards. Go find some pussy down on the dance floor." A bunch of grumbles of protest go up at this; some of the men were clearly about to cum, not to mention the other two contestants standing with their cocks out. Even so, there is a collective moving of chairs and zipping up of trousers as Krylo finally stands.

A moment later, only Krylo, Mikhail and Yelena remain in the room. Mikhail had turned of the camera, and it lay idly by his side. "So, Miss Ameline. How did you find your audition? Everything went vell, don't you agree?"

He grinned down at the bedraggled form at his feet.