Katya, Mila and I are walking home late at night, after having danced at a disco club. We take a shortcut through a dark yard of an old dilapidated apartment building, the kind St. Petersburg is abundant in, and find ourselves in an ambush, laid by eight enormous culprits.
In two shakes of a lamb’s tail we are caught and dragged into the building’s dark basement, designed as a bomb shelter a million years ago. A heavy armored door slams behind; you can scream your head off - together with six-foot-thick walls it will make sure nobody hears you. About 100-feet-long room is dimly lit by two bulbs in wire cages hanging from the ceiling. I notice a table and couple of benches made of planed planks in the corner and a few striped mattresses thrown onto the floor in another corner, where they drag me to. They make us strip of course. Nothing for it, groaning and moaning my friends and I undress to the skin and in less than a minute are standing stark naked before the eight thugs. Men order us to climb onto the table and show ourselves in turns, turning this way and other and pulling apart our little butt-cheeks and our shaven pussies’ labia. They stare at us and discuss all nitty-gritty details of our bodies, calling us no other than whores, sluts and dirty bitches.
Having knocked back a full glass of vodka each, they make themselves comfortable on the benches and following the classic pattern, force us to perform blowjob on their cocks. I knee on the concrete floor, lean over and inhale the pungent smell of my first man’s dick. I know that Katya and Mila are virgins too. Timidly like a lamb they too start sucking their “boy-
friends”. Now I have
served my man and having almost choked on his
spunk, I shift to another. My mouth is almost ripped by the huge dick of that
one, but I manage to accommodate to it too; helping with my hands I am quickly
done with my second man, spilling half of his sperm on the floor. The third
rogue is very rough; he grabs my head and merely fucks me into my mouth, deep
into my throat. Boy, made he sure not a drop of his stuff was spilled.While we were smearing their sperm over our faces, trying hard to clean up, the thugs draw cards to allot us girls for the rape. I am taken by a big freckled fellow in his fifties, who calls me a little bitch; puts me on my four and spit on his palm to lubricate his dickhead. Then I feel strong hands grabbing my waist and his dirty cock breaking into my pussy. He did not even notice that he had broken my cherry. I can see Mila being fucked doggy-style too, while Katya is lying on her back with her legs sticking high in the air. Not giving a shit about the chance of making me pregnant my “lover’s” spunk spurts right into my womb. He says I am a good little whore with a sweet little cunt, pulls his shaft out of me with a smack, makes me lick it clean and finally casts off satisfied.
The second man has me also from behind; the third one chooses to have me riding him, so I have to squat and jump on his cock for another half hour. Katya is luckier: she has to blow only two men and only two men rape her.
To restore their spunk, the bandits drink more vodka and chew sausage and onions. Another half hour has passed; their chief says it is time to have one more last fuck and finish off. They drew cards again and someone briefly explained to me that
every girl has three holes, and I
would have my third one unsealed in a moment. Now I am being raped by three men
simultaneously. I am sitting on one while he is pounding my poor little cunt;
other having spat onto my little fanny for lubrication with a groaning sound
impales me onto his huge shaft; still other is feeding my mouth. I am all wet of
sweat and tears. My fanny is full and I feel like I am on the brink of shitting
myself. But everything turns out all right. My friends are raped in the same
manner. Having had enough fun for tonight, the cutthroats decide to get rid of
us. We will be hanged right in this dirty dark basement…These rascals cannot even finish us in a proper way. None of them knows how to make a hangman’s noose, so they just fold in two three pieces of TV cable and fix them to a heating pipe under the ceiling. I beg them to allow me make proper nooses, but they do not want to listen to me. We weep and beg them to cut it short, pushing us three girls all at one time from the bench, but they do not want to miss the show.
Even now this bimbo Katya has her good luck again: she is the first to hang. The red-haired big fellow lifts her a little from the floor and another man throws a double noose over the girl’s neck. The man lets her fall then and our good friend hangs two inches above the floor. Before I always though hanged people die immediately, but boy I was wrong. At first Katherine is just hanging and staring at us with her eyes goggled; then she opens her mouth like a fish cast ashore by a fisherman and starts struggling for a breath. Her body twitched, legs stretched; she looks like a ballerina on points. Then her face turns crimson, hands starts twitching too, but no use – all three of us have our hands tied with our own pantyhose behind our backs. At last the poor girl starts doing what her executioners have been waiting for. She dances her last gallows-dance.
Her slender legs make rhythmical bends and kicks, her body jumps and makes the noose’s strain a little weaker for very short moments, but it only prolongs her ordeal. Her every movement shows both of her feminine openings. Noticeably stretched wide by the rapists’ dicks both holes are now loose, every jerk of her body squeezes another portion of liquid out of them. Katya all glitters with sweat and sperm; mixed together the liquid trickles down and big drops fall onto the dirty floor. Now her convulsions are getting weaker, two more jerks and kicks and the victim is eventually hanging still. All of a sudden a stream of female urine pours down and onto the floor. All hanging victims piss themselves in the noose and it is the sign that the execution is over. The executioners roar with laughter, have a round of vodka for the salvation of humanity from another slut and set about to hang Mila.
She is the tallest of us three, tall like a model, and now her toes are touching the floor. On account of this she is writhing in the noose for a few minutes longer. Her agony looks like an orgasm. Her body is trembling like if she is being electrocuted. But in the long run her torments are over. Mila dangles with her toes touching the pool of her own piss on the floor.
After another drink, the bastards make themselves busy with my poor self. Cracking jokes and laughing, they lift me a little over the floor and pull the cable over my neck. These sadistic brutes do not let me drop, they want to play with my life a little longer and they slowly start lowering me down. The noose around my neck is getting tighter and tighter. One of the man’s hands lets go my left breast, the other still holding me at the bottom. I can feel a thumb pushing his way into my fanny and the four other fingers into my flared cunt. Now there are only two things left for me in the entire world: a noose, strangling me and the hand, fucking me in the both holes. I feel like a butterfly on a pin. I twitch, writhe and kick, playing my horrible role in this tragic show for entertainment of my executioners. I am struggling hard for breath and somehow it stirs the lust below my navel. I have an incredibly strong orgasm and my last agony simultaneously. My body bends into arc, then makes a couple of last jerks and becomes still. The executioner pulls his hand out of my genitals giving way to a flood of mixed piss, vaginal fluids and sperm.
Three naked girls’ bodies were hanging amidst the dirty basement. With their unseeing eyes open, the girls showed their fallen out tongues to their murderers. Their young perky tits were naughtily sticking out; their little bold pussies were dripping sperm and juices. Swollen labia of the overworked vaginas were dangling like fringes. Their appealing assholes would seduce even a dead man. Even dead, we looked so tempting that the thugs fucked us hard one more time right as we were swinging at the ends of the cable’s pieces. They even managed to stick two dicks simultaneously into my cunt, one from behind, another from the front. Then they took us down, threw into a 4x4 and dumped at the city’s dump. They did not forget to take a farewell piss all over our bodies there.
By the noon of the next day some workers found our corpses. We made a nice crime scene: our legs wide apart, empty
vodka bottles shoved into our cunts, and
cucumbers into our assholes. Astounded workers stared at us for quite a while
before they called police. A team of forensics arrived at the scene and started
taking pictures and doing their routine; meanwhile a crowd of lurkers gathered
and everyone was staring at our humiliated bodies.Young paramedics pulled the foreign objects out of our holes, but the dead holes did not close and stayed wide open making an exciting show. We lied naked on the metal tables under the strong lights, smelling like piss, sweat and herrings. Having washed up our bodies the personnel wanted to have some fun. Those guys had their strange habit of fucking dead females’ corpses, which was probably a reason why they worked in the morgue. By the traces on our poor necks they determined the cause of our death and wanted to restore the crime scene. Of course I became a “lucky one”: those perverted hooligans made a noose out of a tow-line and hanged me again. They set a camera on a tripod and began a passionate photo session. At first I posed as a suicide, then they tied my hands behind my back and I became a maniac’s victim, then they fixed a piece of cardboard on my breasts and I was supposed to make a partisan girl executed by Nazis, then a dirty bitch hanged by indignant Puritans. Then they made “a bitch on the stick” out of me, you might have seen this kind of dirty pictures. They stuck a broom stick into my miserable cunt, tied my legs down to the ends of another broom stick, having fixed both broom sticks together with a piece of wire. Finally, being no longer able to hold back their excitement, the guys made themselves busy taking turns fucking my both holes, while I was still hanging in the noose.
Copyright by Nadia (2002).
Translated and illustrated by Frol Nickitin (2005).