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All the men in the neighborhood drool over her, and the younger guys probably jerk off to her image at night. She is very kind and affectionate. It's a pity that my dad left us when I was still very little. Therefore, my mother had to live all this time without a husband, raising my sister and me. By the way, sister Marina, all went to my mother, only a little taller. She is 24 years old and she is finishing teaching. Marina is a slim, hot brunette, with a second breast size and a chiseled, attractive figure. Surely, liters of sperm have already been spilled on the little sister. Unlike mom, my sister has a boyfriend who pours sperm into her directly. Since I am intensely fond of literature, one day I came across a book about hypnosis. I was so carried away by reading that I did not notice how carried away by this topic. I was just finishing school, but I have already started experiments in this area. Of course, nothing worked for me. But I persistently did not lose faith that sooner or later I will succeed. Having entered the university, I had additional opportunities to develop my abilities. A lot of useful aids and practical guidelines have appeared. Finally, I met our watchman, who, as it turned out, possessed this ability to the fullest. Having learned that he possesses hypnosis, I asked him to be a student. After a year of training, I managed to hypnotize the first person. It was a friend of mine. I put him to "sleep", and myself, pushing the edge of his shirt, drew a cross on his shoulder with a marker. Then, I woke him up and asked what was and what he saw during his "sleep". He replied that nothing. And when I asked him to move his shirt aside and he saw a cross, he was very surprised. It only meant that I had mastered the skill of hypnosis to the fullest. After doing a few more experiments, and finally making sure that everything works, I went home to my mother. - Hi Mom, how are you? - Hi, sonny, it's okay, everything is fine. How are you at the university? - Great, session and holidays are coming soon! - Are you ready? - Yes, I have everything ready. I can't wait for the holidays to come and stay with you longer. Mom was glad to see me. She sent me to the shower, and she began to cook dinner for us. In the bathroom I prepared myself to be hypnotized. I took out my phone and other necessary things for hypnosis. Leaving the bathroom, I headed to the kitchen, just wrapping myself in a towel. Mom was standing at the stove and was stirring something in the pan. I lustfully examined her figure. Mom's desired and appetizing body will soon become available to me. - Mom, I want to buy myself a new suit for the exams. I don’t know which one to choose. Can you help? - Of course, my son. I handed her a phone, with pictures of suits. Mom looked at the pictures for a long time, and gradually began to go into "sleep". Finally, she froze, awaiting my orders. I took the phone from her involuntary hands. And then, I began to explain in detail to my mother the commands and what she should do. First, I call the command, and after clicking my fingers, it should execute this command. - Mommy, take off all your clothes. - I said and snapped my finger. - Yes son. Mom will take off all her clothes. The mother answered readily. I snapped a finger, and my mother quickly began to unfasten the buttons on her robe. Dropping her robe on the floor, she bent down to remove her panties. Her large breasts sagged, swaying erotically from side to side. Taking off her panties, she stood straight and, looking into my eyes, reported: - Sonny, mommy took off all her clothes and is waiting for further instructions. - Mommy, spread your legs wider, and put your hands behind your head. Sonny wants to touch you. - Yes son. Mommy will spread her legs wider, and put her hands behind her head so that you can touch me.Click, and the mother, standing naked in the middle of the kitchen, spread her legs wider, and pulled her hands behind her head. I went up to her and began to paw her massive tits. Her nipples reacted to my touch, noticeably hardened. I licked one of them and squeezed the other with my thumb and forefinger. Mom began to breathe excitedly, from which her breasts began to heave even more up and down. Then I ran my fingers through the hairs on her pubis, and parted the labia, stuck two fingers into my mother's pussy. Her intimate hole was all wet and wet. When I felt and began to massage her G-spot with my fingers, she moaned and trembled. Moisture flowed from the hole, down her legs just onto the floor. She was very aroused. - Mom, kneel before me. - Yes, son. Mom will kneel before you. Click. Mom obediently knelt down, awaiting my next command. I threw off the towel and my erect cock almost hit my mom in the face. - Mom, take my dick in your mouth and suck until I stop you. - Yes, sonny. Mom will take your dick in her mouth and suck it until you stop me. Click. Mom got down on her knees and opened her sexy mouth wide, wrapped her lips around my penis. She started to suck, but I didn't really like it. - Mom, stop. Wait, I'll be back now. - Hmda ss. nuo. OK. Mumamu J. dmoma ammm. .. all .. - she mumbled, continuing to suck. Click. Mom stopped sucking, let go of my cock, but continued to kneel. I have forgotten one thing with which, under hypnosis, you can develop sexual sensitivity and desire. Leaving the kitchen quickly, I went to my room, to my bag. I began to rummage around to look for a thing. Several minutes passed before I heard screams from the kitchen: - Mom? What's the matter? Are you healthy? This was shouted by my sister, who also came for the weekend. I was a little too hungry, but it was necessary to act quickly to hypnotize my sister. Otherwise, she will break off everything, as usual. Running into the kitchen, I saw how Marina was trying to bring my mother to her senses! She threw a glass of water on Mom, but Mom continued to kneel. - Oleg, what the fuck is this, for the garbage? - asked Marina, pointing to her mother. “This is Mom,” I replied calmly. - What's this going on? Why are you both naked? - just now my sister noticed that I am also naked, - What happened here, are you sick? Instead of answering, I grabbed my sister by the head and competently, pressed in a certain place on the skull. The sister quickly went limp and almost fell to the floor. I grabbed her and lowered her onto a chair. She was temporarily passed out. I hit the emergency shutdown button. Now it was necessary to put her into a state of hypnosis. Having fiddled with my sister and done the same work as with my mother, in half an hour, both women were already on their knees in front of me. Mom and sister. Mom sucked my cock with pleasure, and my sister patiently waited for her turn. - Mom, now let your daughter suck her brother's dick, and you will lick her pussy while she sucks. - I turned to my mother. - Yes son. Mom will lick her daughter's cunt while she sucks her brother's dick. - Sister, you will greedily suck my dick and enjoy the fact that your mom will lick your cunt. - Yes bro. I will eagerly suck your cock and enjoy the fact that my mom will lick my cunt. Click! Mom and sister fussed about taking their places. Sister sucked my dick and moaned with pleasure. I must admit that my sister sucked much better than my mother. She probably got a lot of experience in oral sex in pedagogy. In any case, she almost completely swallowed my cock, and very soon I could hardly restrain myself. My sister and I always fought and now I definitely wanted to cum in her mouth, but I still wanted to mock her somehow. - Mom, scold your daughter. Tell her that she is a whore, street slut, fucking bitch, whore and cocksucker. - Yes, son. Mom will scold her daughter, calling her a whore, street slut, fucking bitch, whore and cocksucker.Click! - Marina, you are a whore! Street whore and cocksucker slut! Fucking bitch! Marina continued to suck without paying attention, but I was very pleased to hear it all. - Marina, you fucking bitch! Slut! Whore! I wrapped my arms around my sister's head and pulled it on my dick as much as possible, all the way. - Marina, you ... a whore ... a slut ... a fucking cocksucker ... a bitch ... a street ... whore ... I could not resist, and finished with a powerful stream of sperm right into the throat of my sister. Marina almost choked on sperm, but diligently swallowed everything. I was in bliss and did not immediately come to my senses. And when he came, he sent everyone to rest in a large room. It was necessary to recuperate. Half an hour later, I was sitting in an armchair and watched as my mother and sister lay with their jacks on the bed and caress each other's pussy. Finally, I felt my cock come to life. I smiled lasciviously - the evening promised to be fun. , Disturbing music sounds. Stage worker Mikhalych nervously turns the winch handle. The next day Nastya woke up late. Memory helpfully prompted - Thursday, working day, overslept. She abruptly jumped out of bed and only then noticed that she was completely naked. A new stream of data from memory made me sit down. She was surprised to see clothes and some kind of leather strap on the headboard. - Good morning - Kolya stood at the door - What is it? - Nastya pointed to the clothes - Sorry, you have to get dressed - he said - But these are not my clothes - the girl objected - It is immaterial - he brushed aside - Get dressed and let's go. - Where is it? - She asked incredulously - To the club - Kolya explained shortly - Something too early for the club - Nastya doubted - This is not what you think - the guy explained. “I don’t think at all,” the girl said sadly. - You learn so quickly ... - Kolya said out of place. The girl had already begun to get used to his strange phrases and simply ignored them. Nastya dressed in a light summer dress and sandals. The trip to some club there did not bother her at all, she was glad to run away from the insane asylum, into which her apartment had turned into, at least somewhere. - Freya - called Kolya. Nastya remembered that now her name is that and turned to the call - Let me try it on - Kolya came up and in one movement snapped a leather collar around her neck with a small ring in front. It turned out to be very comfortable and looked expensive, but Nastya still frowned. - Why is that? - A symbol of your obedience - explained Kolya Nastya ran her hand in a circle, but she could not find a joint, the collar was solid - How to unbutton it? - She asked - Are you uncomfortable? - No, but ... if I want to take it off? - You can't take it off. - That I will wash and sleep in it? - Yes, sleep, but if necessary, ask the teacher, he will remove. - What teacher? - Well, me, for example. - Take it off - asked Nastya Kolya took hold of the collar with two fingers, something clicked from behind and it fell into the girl's arms. She rubbed it with her fingers. - This is skin? - She asked - Yeah - he replied - What animal? - I don’t know, maybe a buffalo, or a bison - And why the ring? - Leash to fasten The girl stared at him with round eyes - What leash? - She asked - The most common - he replied, taking the leash and again snapping around her neck. - You are an amazing creature, Freya - he sighed - You do not know such simple things. Go. A car was waiting for them at the entrance - a Cadillac escalade. Kolya obligingly opened the back door for her and surprised Nastya sat down on a leather armchair. The door slammed, Kolya himself, quickly bypassing the car, sat down in front, next to the driver. The car moved off smoothly, picking up speed. Kolya was talking in an undertone about something with the driver, Nastya did not hear about what exactly, and she was not interested either. For the first time, she wondered where they were going and what was going on. Too many incredible things were happening around her. It couldn't be real. Just in case, the girl pinched her hand. The pain was felt. Apart from this childish way of checking, she knew nothing. Familiar houses passed by, it was so unusual to see them from such a luxurious car. Nastya did not know Moscow so well, but even tourists know the center. Here is Paveletskaya, we are going further along the embankment, here is the Kremlin. Wow club! We drove by, phew, thank God. However, after a couple of turns, the car ran into a solid iron gate. The uniformed man nodded and the gate began to open. There were no signs indicating belonging to any institution. - What kind of club is this? - Nastya could not resist - Yes, we arrived - Kolya confirmed - Be patient, now you will see everything. The Cadillac drove into a room lit by unusual dark blue lights.However, a minute later, the usual fluorescent lamps turned on. Kolya was the first to get out of the car, walked around and opened the door in front of Nastya and even held out his hand. She was not used to all these rituals, but she was so surprised that she performed them automatically. We went through an iron door and entered a small hall, the light in it was dim and diffused, several people in strange gray jackets were talking quietly a little to the side. - Greetings, brothers - said Kolya. Nastya glanced at him in surprise. - Brother Rory? - the gray ones turned at them - Rory? - Nastya burst out - Who is this with you? - asked one of the grays, heading towards them. “Let me introduce you, my student is Freya. The grays came up and surrounded them. - You are not mistaken? - asked the gray, peering at Nastya, which slightly embarrassed her. Kolya did not answer, apparently an answer was not required - I cannot determine - after a minute the gray one said - She is gifted and very unusual, but I don't see the name. - I, too, could not for a long time - agreed Kolya - But then .. - Stop! - raised his hand gray - I understand, he went up to Nastya - Look me in the eyes - he ordered the girl. There was something frightening in his gaze, but Nastya did not look away. - Freya - confirmed the gray and turned to his colleagues. Invite the Master. Situation number five. Nastya looked at Kolya, he nodded to her. - What the heck? - she whispered - Everything is fine - the guy answered. About five minutes passed in anxious expectation, then footsteps were heard in the distance and a middle-aged gray-haired man entered. His clothes favorably differed from the plain clothes of the grays. He was dressed in a black and red suit, or a raincoat. - What a commotion? - Asked the newcomer - Master Karl - bowed their gray heads, Kolya also bowed, Nastya alone, not understanding anything, looked at the old man - Hello, child - he immediately turned to her. - Good ... day - the girl answered in confusion - Why are you scaring my guys? - smiling with only eyes, asked the gray-haired Master. - I? - Nastya was surprised. He looked into her eyes. - Freya - said the old man. Well ... welcome. Get some advice, Eridan, we'll think. The gray one called Eridanus quickly gave the necessary orders. Nastya was taken to the so-called guest room. The room turned out to be quite spacious, there was a large sofa against one wall, a table with some kind of drinks by the window. - Milady, you must give me the clothes, you cannot be dressed here - said her guide. Nastya looked at herself in bewilderment, she was not wearing outerwear. - I don't understand - the girl muttered - Your dress - indicated gray - What the hell? I will not give up the dress - answered Nastya Sery snapped her fingers, after a few seconds three more gray men entered the room, they surrounded the girl. - Situation number 18 - explained the guide. - Milady, have you refused to undress? - asked one of those who entered - But you are dressed - answered Nastya - Do you know that a punishment is imposed for such a refusal? - asked the gray - What other punishment? - the girl looked around helplessly - She did not undergo training - said one of the side gray There was a pause - How? ... Why is she here? ... - asked the gray in the center. - Special case, situation number five - explained the side gray - O. .. in that case, I beg your pardon, my lady. But still I ask you to give back the clothes. Wearing clothes within the walls of a club is an unheard of violation. - But you are dressed - Nastya objected again - We are servants - the gray explained. Nastya stubbornly pressed her lips together. Realizing that the girl would not voluntarily undress, the gray gave the order - undress her. The grays acted quickly and harmoniously, they simply cut the dress on her, and the underwear was also skillfully cut behind him. Nastya did not even sing a gasp as she stood surrounded by four men in the same shoes. - Allow your leg - one of the gray bent down in front of her, taking her shin. The girl kicked off her shoes in horror and ran to the side. The grays took her clothes and shoes and left the room. Nastya's face was distorted by a tearful grimace. She covered her face with her hand and whimpered. Then she sat down on the sofa, clasping her bare knees with her hands and cried a little.At least two hours passed. Nastya was still sitting on the sofa, staring blankly in front of her. Gray entered. - My lady, you are asked to the council chamber. Nastya looked at him wildly, but did not answer. - Milady? - asked the gray - I'm not going anywhere - said Nastya quietly. Gray went out. A minute later Kolya ran in - Freya! Well, what are you! - he went up to her and fastened the leash to the ring on the collar - Let's go faster! The collar forced her to rise. - What are you ...? - Nastya was indignant - Stop it, take it away! But the guy stubbornly pulled the girl along. She, shocked by this treatment, did not even offer resistance. And so they entered the council chamber. Kolya led the naked Nastya to the center of the hall and only then unbuckled the leash. The hall was round and around its perimeter gray chairs were sitting, and Nastya stood facing the Master himself. The girl was insanely ashamed, she was ready to sink into the ground. - Freya - the Master turned to her - must notify that a decision has been made to transfer you under the jurisdiction of the Moscow club. Master Rory is no longer your teacher. You will not have a permanent teacher, there will be several of them. You have questions? - Am I staying here? - Nastya asked in a weak voice - Yes, at least in the near future, until we decide on your future - the Master answered. The girl's knees buckled. There was no one to support her and she gently sank to the floor. Nastya woke up in an unfamiliar room. Sunlight was pouring in from small skylights. The room was large with very high ceilings and rather luxuriously furnished. However, the outer doors were closed. Soon a man in gray clothes appeared. Nastya wrapped herself in a sheet, she had no other clothes. Gray briefly told where and what amenities can be found, how to use the remote control to order food, explained how to go to the pool, which, it turns out, was here, and then left. In the afternoon, another gray man appeared and introduced himself as teacher Jock. He was a middle-aged man, thin, with a beard and mustache. "Another nutcase" - flashed through her head - I see you are embarrassed - the new teacher noticed, I point to the sheet in which Nastya was wrapped. - I'm experiencing - Nastya agreed - Completely in vain - the teacher threw up his hands - You don't go naked - Nastya brought her favorite argument - Yes, I understand. Habitual dogmas from a past life. There is a slight difference, and if you will allow me, I will explain it to you - Well? - The fact is that the society of the gifted is structured quite differently. We are not savages. Being in our naked society, you simply show politeness, allowing the surrounding men to enjoy your beauty. - Politeness... ? Wow .. - Your mind clings to the cave orders of the past - the teacher explained again - There it makes sense and even necessary, but here it is an atavism. They will look at you as if you were a savage. Get rid of the habits of the past. Nastya continued to persist, but she still swam naked in the pool. This was her private pool and there was no one else in it. On the third day, the teacher found her in the pool. Coming out, Nastya did not find the sheet in place. - What, satisfied? - she threw to the mustache. Nastya sat down on the bed, trying to hide behind her hands. - If we proceed from the dogmas of your former society, I must take possession of you so that you will cease to be ashamed of me. - Hey! - Nastya recoiled. “But that’s not my goal. You should stop being ashamed not only of me, but also of other men, including those you do not know. - I'm not a whore - muttered Nastya - This concept was not invented by you and the condemnation of this phenomenon was also not your idea. - What do you want? - Nastya dismissed, passing on the proposed respectful treatment. - I want you to be liberated. You just lack an example, probably if you saw how others do it .. - I don't want to see anything - Nastya snapped. “Well, in that case, I’ll have to resort to a different teaching method. - What is it? - Nastya was wary - It's called - education. You need to be broken and reassembled.The girl went cold. She understood that it was quite real. “No, don’t, I’m ready ... to be liberated,” she said in a trembling voice. From that moment on, Nastya stopped wrapping herself in a sheet. The teacher talked to her on general topics, sometimes touching upon philosophy, and sometimes he himself told incredible stories about the allegedly very distant past of the Earth. From these stories it came out that the distant predecessor of the current Freya was directly related to the creation of life on our planet. The teacher did not have a high opinion of Scandinavian mythology, claiming that over time everything was wrong there and now not a single truthful fact remained. - This is the mythology of the savages - the teacher used his favorite argument - What can you expect from it? - Are there other girls like me? - asked Nastya once. - There are probably no such, but there are others - Jock answered - Usually they get here after graduation. - I have not seen a single girl yet - admitted Nastya - You do not have enough female company? - Asked the teacher - Hmm ... well, I don't know, maybe - Nastya shrugged her shoulders - How difficult it is when there are only men around, and I'm not dressed yet. - Understand. I will ask the master if he will assign you a woman teacher, although women usually do not teach. - Why? - Well ... it so happened, it is believed that only a man can teach correctly. - It is considered ... and they still talk to me about dogmas - Nastya muttered displeasedly. “These are not dogmas,” the teacher objected mildly, but the realities of life, confirmed by practice. Once a week, the teacher took Nastya to the medical center. As she understood, the science and medicine of the gifted had advanced far ahead. - I went to the Master about your request - once said Jock. Nastya looked at him questioningly. - The Master thinks that we should not deviate from the traditional methods of teaching, but nevertheless he allowed with one of our female employees. It cannot be said that Nastya jumped with delight upon hearing this news, but still she was pleased that her request was listened to. The meeting took place on the same day. The girl was young and attractive, a little older than Nastya, and maybe much older, she behaved with the girl very confidently. And she was wearing clothes. This upset Nastya, it turned out that only she was bullied and mocked here. - Hello girl, my name is Elven - the beauty introduced herself. - I am Nastya ... - Nastya introduced herself - Glad to meet you, Freya - Elven answered politely - You are very beautiful. Nastya was not herself, ashamed of her nakedness. - What a beautiful hair color! - Elven admired, not hesitating and touching Nastya's hair - It's very nice that you left a little on the pubis. Nastya was ready to sink into the ground. - Can I do your hair? Elven asked. - There is nothing to comb - Nastya said in a weak voice. Elven laughed. - But first I want to wash you, let's go - Elven took Nastya by the hand and dragged her away. It didn't seem to Nastya that she was dirty, she took a shower twice a day, apparently, it was something else. Elven slowly drove a soapy sponge over Nastya's body, as if enjoying this process, not hesitating to get into the most intimate places. She felt like the master of the situation. Now she, too, was naked, but her self-confidence had not diminished. Sometimes their faces were very close and at one of these moments they suddenly merged in a kiss. Nastya eagerly responded to the kiss, only after realizing that she was kissing a girl. And she was already caressing Nastya's chest, not even pretending that she washes it. Nastya was very pleased, but she was surprised. She had never been fondled by a girl before. “What… what are you doing,” she asked in a weak voice. - You feel good? - Elven asked - Yes - Nastya could not deny. They kissed again. Nastya, slightly drugged with these kisses, did not even think to resist. And Elven continued to play with her body, bringing Nastya closer to orgasm, which soon happened. Nastya, twitching, hugged the girl to keep her legs bent. Elven put her arms around her waist, hugging her to her.BestWeapon.ru Nastya trembled all over, trying to say something, but could not. Elven did not let her go. - From ... sound ... ui ... no. - said Nastya, having come to herself a little - What a strong orgasm you have - Elven was surprised, stroking Nastya on the head - I have never seen this. Nastya could only shrug. Elven kept her promise, she made such a beautiful hairstyle for Nastya that she could not help but admire. Toward evening, the teacher returned for Nastya. - Regime - he threw up his hands. And the girl had to go to her room. The next day Nastya was visited by the Master himself. - Good morning, Freya - he greeted her - how is your training going? “Fine ... I guess,” the girl replied. - Do you want to say something, or ask? - inquired the Master - I would like clothes, walking naked is very ... uncomfortable. - Sorry ... no - said the Master - until you go through the training, you can’t. - How long does this training last? The girl asked in frustration. - From three to seven years - the Master answered - Years? - the girl was discouraged. - By the way, I came to invite you to the concert - he continued. - To the concert? - Nastya was surprised - Yes, we were visited by Elio Corricane, I would like to introduce you to him. - Who is it? - A very talented musician. - I am indifferent to music - Nastya shrugged her shoulders. - And yet, I wanted to invite you, I promise you will like it. - Well ... okay - the girl reluctantly agreed. At six o'clock, after the teacher had left, the Master came for Nastya. - Are you ready? - He asked - Am I going naked? - the girl stared at him with her huge eyes. - Of course, you learned to be liberated. - But there ... probably ... there will be people? - Is their opinion very important to you? You can be sure they would have admired you. But, I hasten to reassure you, there will be no people there, only musicians and us. Nastya was undecided - They are very cultured people, moreover, very gifted. You will honor them with your presence. As a result, the master managed to convince Nastya, albeit reluctantly, but she went with him. Walking through the hallways of the club next to him, she felt uncomfortable every time people passed by. Of course, they paid attention to them. An elderly man in a black and red komzole, striding firmly and confidently, and a naked girl next to him, gracefully stepping with her long thin legs. However, everyone bowed their heads politely, apparently as a sign of respect to the Master. Nastya held on to his hand, so she felt braver. “You’re probably still not used to it all,” the master spoke in a half voice. “At such social events, certain rules are adopted, sometimes men can show you signs of attention. Do not be afraid of this. - What are these signs? - asked Nastya. - Well, imagine a formal kiss, it does not oblige anyone to anything, does it? - Asked the Master - Yes, probably - Nastya shrugged her shoulders, who rarely took part in cultural social events. - It is very pleasant for the gifted to taste the juice of a young blooming person like you - the Master continued - Girls do not mind in such cases, it is considered very indecent and this is a shame, first of all, for the teacher, that is, me. Have this in mind. - The juice? - Nastya looked at him with round eyes in surprise. - Yes, juice - confirmed the Master. - But how do I ... how does it happen? - Nastya was discouraged. - This is a very pleasant procedure for a girl - answered the Master - Here we are. The hall turned out to be small, but a real concert hall. The dark red curtains along the walls looked very solid. An enormous chandelier under the ceiling shone with dim light. On the stage solemnly dressed people, apparently musicians, were busy with instruments. - Greetings to you, friends - the Master addressed them. "Sire ... my lady ..." one of them replied. The others bowed their heads respectfully. There were four luxurious chairs in front of the stage. The master pointed out to Nastya one of them, and he sank down beside her. Only after they sat down did the musicians look up. - Let me start? - asked the same musician.It seemed to Nastya that he was asking her. She looked inquiringly at the Master sitting next to her and he nodded to her. Then Nastya also nodded to the musician and he, satisfied, turned to his colleagues. The music hit Nastya right away. The sounds of the instruments were very unusual, something she had never heard before. This affected her so strangely that she tried to get up and run out of the hall, but the Master held her back. - Something is wrong? - he asked. She looked at him haunted and her eyes were filled with tears - There is not enough air - complained Nastya The master gently stroked her bare shoulder and the girl felt better. The music was incredibly beautiful, Nastya wanted to cry and listen again and again. Fortunately, the musicians continued to play one song after another. Nastya's huge eyes dug into the scene where the vocalist, very skillfully controlling his voice in harmony with a very masterful musical accompaniment, played with the strings of her soul. The concert lasted three hours and when it ended, the girl was ready to continue listening. She had never experienced such happiness. No one clapped their hands, just sat for another half a minute in silence, enjoying the still sounds still hovering inside. - As always, delightful - the Master broke the silence - Thank you, gentlemen. The musicians roared with joy and bowed politely. - Let me introduce you to my pupil - said the Master, rising. Nastya hastened to follow his example. - Freya - announced the Master. The vocalist approached them, the others, setting aside their instruments, also went to them. - My friend, Elio Corricane - introduced the Master Vocalist. - Very nice - said Nastya, not knowing what to do, to give a hand, or just nod. However, Elio behaved unexpectedly. - It is a great honor for me to meet you, Freya - he said politely - will you allow me? Nastya had no idea what he was asking for permission, but just in case she nodded. Elio dropped his hand and suddenly, in the most unceremonious way, entered it with his fingers. The girl gasped and jerked, however, Elio, not paying attention to this, began to masturbate her pussy with rather strong movements. Nastya's eyes widened, her mouth opened, her face looked very cute. She instinctively grabbed the man's hand. - Did I hurt you? - Elio asked, stopping - W ... what are you doing? - Nastya said in a trembling voice. - You can put your hands on my shoulders if you are uncomfortable - said Elio, ignoring her question. Nastya, realizing that she grabbed his hand, let her go. Elio again began to move his fingers in her pussy, making Nastya gasp again, then pulled out his fingers and licked them. The girl was shocked. She looked at Elio without looking up. And he closed his eyes and a dreamy expression appeared on his face. “How beautiful you are, my lady,” he said, opening his eyes. And another musician has already approached the girl. Just as unceremoniously, he entered her with his fingers. Nastya twitched again, staring at the second musician. He did not jerk her off for a long time, but almost immediately pulled out his wet fingers. He also stood there, closing his eyes after licking them. “What an incredible bouquet,” he said. The same procedure was repeated with the others. Nastya was already starting to fly away a little, feeling the approach of orgasm. The master held her by the shoulders. All the compliments given to her by the musicians flew by. She had no time for this, the girl was afraid to finish and completely disgrace herself. She knew the power of her orgasm. And she would have succeeded, but the master, seeing her condition, penetrated his pussy with his fingers and finished what he had begun. Nastya screamed loudly, glancing at him, shuddering all over. The master steadfastly accepted her trembling, hugging the girl to him. They walked back in silence, Nastya sometimes trembled a little from the effects of orgasm. The master supported her by the hand .. Finding herself alone, Nastya threw herself on the bed and began to cry. After crying a little, the girl fell asleep.Once, returning with teacher Jock from the medical center, where Nastya was taken once a week to create a personal regeneration program, a strange incident occurred in the hallways of the club. Nastya is already used to the fact that sometimes other people walk along the corridors. None of them ever spoke to Nastya or her teacher. Nastya would not have paid attention to the three men passing by if one of them had not begun to stare at her. Of course, this could be explained by her appearance, but before no one allowed such a frank and long examination of the girl. And they were dressed unusually, in elegantly defiant black suits. - Master Jock - called the man. - Sire? - turned her teacher. Nastya stopped, perplexedly looking at the trinity. - Will you introduce me to your student? - asked the man, Nastya did not like his impudent manner of behaving. However, Master Jock was calm. “Sorry, sire. The student is under the patronage of the club. However, this did not bother the arrogant. He came close to Nastya, lightly touching, ran his finger along her naked chest. Nastya was taken aback by such impudence - What is your name, dear? - asked the impudent one. Nastya was silent. Then the impudent one lowered his hand and deftly thrust his finger into it. Nastya could not get used to this way of communication. She twitched again and gasped, a pleading expression on her face. The impudent one did not torture the girl for a long time, taking out his finger licked it. His eyes closed, a blank expression on his face. Nastya looked back at her teacher. The man's face was frowned, it looked like he was pondering something. The impudent one stood for a while. Closing his eyes, when he opened them, Nastya was frightened by some wild fire dancing in her pupils. He looked at her with that devilish look. There was a clicking and rustling sound of steel from behind. Nastya with her bare skin caught a barely noticeable movement from the teacher's side. The impudent gaze shifted as well. - What for the weapon, Master Jock? - He asked, drawing out the words - Take away ... - My student leaves with me - steel rang in the teacher's voice. Nastya looked back at him. In his hands was a sword, only some strange one, as if assembled from a designer. From the depths of the corridor there was a stomp and from both sides of the corridor the gray ones came running, they also had similar swords in their hands. - Gentlemen, we do not want trouble - said the arrogant, raising his hands - We are leaving. The girl was immediately grabbed by the gray ones and, having blocked on all sides, was quickly led down the corridor, a minute later she was in her room. The door closed behind her and another iron door slowly descended from above, which Nastya had not seen before. The girl was sitting on the bed, hugging her sharp knees with her hands. This incident frightened her. The door opened two hours later and the Master himself entered at once. “Hello Freya,” he said. - Hi Karl - the girl answered - I wanted to apologize to you for the misunderstanding that happened today - the Master said in an official tone. - Who was that? - Asked Nastya - Roscoe, the head of the Pacific Club - answered the Master - What does he want from me? - He wants to take you. - What? What does pick up mean? - Unfortunately, we were not able to keep you a secret. Information leaked, now Rome will claim you. However, this does not mean anything to you. - Absolutely - confirmed Nastya. “Our organization is governed by some central body, run by odious, fanatical people. This body is called the "Order" and is located in Rome. We are clubs, we are regional branches and are subordinate to the center. - Why do I need it? The girl asked. - For general development. Now further. There is a hypothesis, very dubious, which speaks of you. - About me? - the girl was surprised - Yes, according to the hypothesis, it is believed that the appearance of Freya in our world will cause an apocalypse, that is, the end of the world and the death of all living things. The hypothesis is not substantiated by anything, but it was expressed by one very respected gifted, therefore it has a lot of weight, especially in Rome. I think this is nonsense. “I’m not Freya,” said Nastya. The master sighed.“Your father’s name was Rudolph, wasn’t it? - Asked the Master - Well, yes, I see, you have already learned everything - Nastya said sadly. - And grandfather - Alex? - he continued to ask - Alexander Gedeonovich - corrected Nastya - Apparently, you still have German roots - said the Master - Karl, what are you hinting at? - asked Nastya wearily. The master laughed - Freya Rudolfovna sounds better than Anastasia Rudolfovna, well, if in the Russian manner, don't you think? - It does not seem - answered Nastya - In my opinion it sounds stupid. I think you are confused. “Your father gave you that name for protection. He also put a block so that the real name would not be visible even to the gifted. He was very talented. - Did you know my father? - asked Nastya. - We worked together - explained the Master. Nastya was silent for a long time - How can you prove it? - she finally asked - I can tell stories from your life that are hardly known to anyone except you. - Tell us - asked Nastya. - Well, my father loved you very much and loved to give you gifts. As a child, you didn’t like dolls and different outfits, which girls usually love, but you liked logic games and constructors. Father was very proud of you and always said that he was growing up a difficult girl. The girl nodded and the master continued. - For the new year, my father did not dress up as Santa Claus, or Santa Claus, but a deer and rolled you on himself. You really enjoyed it. - Yes, the deer Rudolph, I remember how I laughed and called him the deer Rudolph. I am very ashamed now for this - said Nastya. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, you gave him happiness,” the Master replied. - Nastya-Nastya, give me happiness - the girl muttered. “He knew your real name, but he also knew the prophecy,” the Master continued. The girl looked at him. - So he was also in your sect? - Sect? Ha, well, if you want to call it that, then yes. And your mother too. Unfortunately, they died in the line of duty. - It was not a car accident? - Not. Nastya was silent for a long time, her eyes downcast. - How? - she asked - They died in battle - the Master answered. Nastya nodded slowly - Thank you for telling me. - I promised my father to protect you - said the Master - And I will keep my word. The girl looked at him. - Karl, why am I forced to walk naked? Why this whole circus? - You have lived for a long time in a wild society, therefore the traditions accepted among the gifted are so unusual for you - answered the Master - If your parents had not died, everything would have been completely different. I hated to leave you to live among the wild, but you were too young. - I lived there much more comfortable, here I am like in prison - complained Nastya. - No - said the Master - You just got used to living in the trash and eating waste. It is difficult for you now, unusual and much incomprehensible, but you can cope, I believe in you. The girl, thinking, looked up. - Karl, do they want to kill me? - she asked. For some reason, this question confused the Master - I made an oath and our whole club swore to protect you - he replied. - Could it really be serious? - asked the girl - Yes, maybe - the Master agreed - Rome will deprive us of accreditation and try to destroy. However, our central body is dangerous in itself only ideologically. The danger can come from regional branches, clubs like us. It is they who, at the behest of Rome, will fight with us. Therefore, it was decided to look for allies. Negotiations are underway with the Pacific club, which is considered the strongest. Roscoe is ready to join us, but he demands you, and we are not ready to give you up. - Why do I need him? - Nastya was surprised - Roscoe is a very ambitious person - explained the Master. Elven sometimes came at night. She climbed naked into bed to Nastya and hugged her. Nastya felt good with her. Sometimes the girl woke up from her caresses and the morning was filled with delicate sophisticated sex. Elven skillfully controlled the process, for a long time preventing Nastya from reaching orgasm, walking almost on the edge, but in the end, Nastya always broke down, clinging to Elven and trembling all over. Then Elven stroked the trembling girl for a long time, letting her come to her senses.In the afternoon, teachers came to Nastya. In addition to Jock, these were Til and Yu. The latter, apparently was Korean, or Chinese, but he spoke Russian impeccably, and his appearance was completely European, with only a slight hint of eastern roots. Thiel also spoke flawless Russian, despite his clearly German name. Nastya even had a theory that she got into a certain German espionage organization. Once she could not resist and asked Karl about it. The master was amused by this version. - You see, since I myself am a German - he explained - it is easier for me to work with people whom I understand well, and they often turn out to be Germans. In our organization, belonging to any state does not matter, we stand above that. Nastya had to study very unusual sciences, something like alchemy and astrology in a modern manner. There was something like higher mathematics, smoothly flowing into philosophy. It was all wildly complicated. Nastya, who had never experienced learning problems, felt dumb for the first time. However, the teachers were patient. Nastya admitted to herself that without their help she would not have understood anything at all. At first, she was embarrassed and complexed because of her nakedness, but gradually she stopped paying attention to it. The teachers were also extremely correct. there was only one tradition that confused the girl. If she could not cope with the final day's task, she was punished. As it was explained to her, it is necessary to stimulate her desire to learn. When Nastya said that she was already stimulated enough, no one wanted to listen to her. Usually, the girl knelt next to a low stand, on top of which was a soft fur cape. Nastya leaned on her belly, the teacher chained her hands and the girl received five blows with rods. They burned her bare ass, the girl screamed and flinched with every blow. After exiting, the teacher freed her hands and was just as gallant and courteous as before. Karl came to her one evening and invited her to a concert. - No, - the girl answered, taking her with her feet on the bed. - It seemed to me that you liked it last time - the Master narrowed his eyes slyly. - Yes, I liked the music, but what happened next - no. - It was just politeness, like a friendly handshake. - Wow! I came from that handshake of yours! - Did you feel good? - I was very ashamed ... - It is foolish to be ashamed of your nature - No, no and no! I will not go. - But you don't even know who will play for you - Master did not give up - Is this your Elio? - Elio is not mine at all, besides, now it was not he who came to us, but the well-known Norman Skiff The girl almost choked from surprise - How do you know ...? - she muttered - I know a lot about you. You did not miss a single of his concerts in Moscow, and you even went to other cities. Nastya blushed - Especially since I won't go - she muttered. - But he really wants to get to know you - the Master continued to insist - You are lying - the girl said uncertainly. - Will you really refuse, and then you will regret all your life that you missed such a chance - Karl exhorted. Nastya looked at him for a long time, as if trying to read something on his face, but the Master was impenetrable - Will there be a friendly handshake with him too? She finally asked in a low voice. - Only if you want - the Master answered. Nastya gave up - He will not be shocked by my appearance? - she asked, walking with the Master along the corridor. - On the contrary, he will be very pleased to see you like this - Karl answered. - Oh, Karl, how glad I am! Norman Skiff rushed to meet them. The girl looked at him with round eyes. It was undoubtedly Norman, she hadn’t seen him this close up before. Running up to them, he stopped in front of Nastya - Milady, you are beautiful! - he declared and simply kissed Nastya's hand. Still, it was a person from her world, and not some gifted one. Nastya even smiled. Master Norman shook hands and then ran back to the stage. “We're almost ready,” he said.For the next two hours Nastya sat, not taking her eyes off the stage. She was madly in love with his music, but here, ennobled by the instruments of the gifted, she sounded just incredible. From an excess of feelings, tears appeared in the girl's eyes. - Be kind to him - the Master whispered to her - He is also trying for you. The concert ended, Norman and his musicians bowed politely, and Nastya, unable to resist, clapped her hands. It's time for formal courtesy. Karl and Nastya got up, Norman went up to her. Nastya was a tall girl, Norman was also quite tall, they were practically the same height. She felt his admiring eyes on her. - I am greatly impressed by you - he said to the girl. Nastya blushed and lowered her head. He reached out and lifted her chin, peering back into her large blue-gray eyes. - I am drowning in your eyes - he admitted. Such compliments were so unusual for Nastya that she was fascinatedly silent, unable to say a word. She stared at his carelessly tousled sandy hair, chapped. tanned face, straight bold eyes. - Ahem - the Master coughed, Nastya and Norman turned their heads. - I'll probably leave you, I think you have something to talk about - said the Master and left. Nastya felt as if an electric voltage in the atmosphere. - I want you right now - said Norman a little nervously and pressing the naked girl to him passionately kissed her. Nastya eagerly responded to his kiss. Norman continued to kiss her and began to caress her pussy with his hand, thrust two fingers into it. The further, the more he moved them, making the girl get wet. Nastya was seized by desire. She wanted this fabulous handsome to fuck her. Breaking away from her lips, Norman gently pressed down on the girl's shoulders, forcing her to kneel in front of him. He quickly unbuckled his belt and trousers and dumped his already standing member in front of her. Nastya looked up in surprise. Without letting the girl come to his senses, Norman took her hair and directed his penis into her cute mouth. Pressing the back of Nastya's head, Norman injected her deeply, to the very throat, and the further, the rougher. As a result, the girl coughed, spitting saliva. But he didn't really let her catch her breath, again introducing his penis into her mouth. Norman finished pretty quickly, some got into her mouth, some remained on her face, and another musician had already approached her. He did not stand on ceremony with the girl, but simply, roughly grabbing her by the hair, introduced his ram into her mouth. Nastya tried to push him away, but received a slap in the face and he again put his penis into her mouth. After someone once again poured it on her face, Nastya was roughly taken by the hair and brought to the stage step. Having put her cancer with support on this step, an unknown person planted her penis in her pussy. Nastya screamed, but nobody seemed to be embarrassed. She tried to shrink, but it only hurt, so Nastya relaxed, letting the man into herself. He began to fuck sweepingly and hard. Nastya no longer screamed, but spasmodically hiccupped from his every movement. The first was replaced by the second, and the second by the third. The girl lost track of time and was no longer able to resist. Finally, she was left alone. The girl was lying on her back, her long legs were spread out to the side. A trickle of semen flowed out of the vagina, the whole face and chest were also in semen. The girl's body glistened with sweat, hers and others, her wet hair was matted, her eyes were closed. She no longer had the strength to cry. Nastya did not remember how she ended up in her room, someone washed her and put her to bed. She woke up in the arms of Elven. Nastya burst into tears and told her everything. Elven gently soothed the crying girl. Again there were caresses, gentle as feathers, and Nastya felt better. In the afternoon, Karl came, all this time Elven was with her. Dressing quietly, she slipped away unnoticed. - Is this called protection? - Nastya pounced on the Master. - I have to apologize to you, Freyja - said the Master - shouldn't have left you alone with them.- You just now understand it? - asked Nastya - I have known Norman for a very long time, and the rest of the guys - answered the Master - what happened is simply unthinkable. I just can't believe it .. - Would you like to repeat it? - asked Nastya - Hmm ... - the Master grunted - I acutely feel my guilt before you, Freya. You see, everything that happens within the walls of the club is recorded. If I had not seen it with my own eyes ... this is some kind of wildness. They have lost their minds. - I ... I considered you my friend, Karl - Nastya said in a trembling voice - It was my mistake, I don't believe you anymore. - Well - the Master sat down next to her on the bed - I have nothing to argue, but I am very sorry about it. - You keep me here as a sex slave - continued Nastya - This is not so - objected the Master - It hurts me that you think badly of me. - Are you in pain? How much do you know about pain? Do they often hit you in the face and others ... - unable to contain her emotions, Nastya silently burst into tears. The Master gently hugged her bare shoulders, but she jerked her shoulders in displeasure, throwing off his arms. - Norman and his group will be executed tonight - he said Nastya stopped crying and hiccupped. She turned her dumbfounded gaze to the Master. - Kaz ... executed? She barely managed to utter. - Yes. The jury ruled. Nastya swallowed nervously - You have no right, this is ... murder - she said. - From the legal point of view, everything was done flawlessly, all the norms were observed - the Master answered - Karl ... - the girl glared at the Master - You can't do that, Karl .. - Can you force you? - Asked the Master - You must understand, I am even ready to execute myself for what happened. - Here and execute yourself - answered the girl, turning away. - As you wish - the Master replied - But I have to ask for an adjournment, I need to transfer the case. - Do you think I believe everything you say? - asked Nastya - Maybe not - answered the Master - But if you want to save your rapists, you have such an opportunity, but I do not recommend you to use it. - What is the opportunity? Fuck the judge? - asked Nastya - The decision is made by the jury - answered the Master - Even better, how many are there? - Twelve. - No ... it's too much for me - said Nastya sadly. - I pay tribute to your sense of humor and impeccable self-indulgence - somehow out of place answered the Master - Okay, I probably have to go. He got up and walked to the door. - Karl, wait! - Nastya shouted after him. The master stopped. “I want to save them,” the girl said. The master turned slowly. - You will have to be present at the trial - he replied - The condemned must personally ask for your forgiveness. - When is the trial? - asked the girl - Now - answered the Master *** End of the second scene. The curtain is closing. Stage worker Mikhalych dripped valerian to calm his nerves. .
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