“Thank you,” said Nastya, rummaging around in a bag for settlement with Caucasians.
“Did your relative go away?” - suddenly asked the taxi driver, and looked somewhere down. Nastya caught his gaze on her skirt, on the way she rode above her knees, exposing her slender, attractive legs. With a sharp movement Nastya straightened her skirt, quickly found small money and handed it over to an impudent taxi driver.
“I came here to work,” she answered coldly.
“Klara Tselkin’s orphanage,” the Caucasian suddenly gave out, focusing precisely on the replaced letter in the last word — the surname of the once famous revolutionary. The detachment of this hacha angered and simultaneously struck her. Noting Nastina reaction, the taxi driver explained. - We call it that.
- Why? - found it necessary to ask the surprised Nastya.
The taxi driver in response grinned at some sticky smile and said only one in response.
- Blyadyushnik.
Pokhabnoe word nasty creak sounded in Nastya in the ears. She gave goose bumps on her back. But at the same time, it seemed that there was a smell of some sort — one that the mixed female and male bodies emit. The smell of lust. Such a characteristic of the institution, its future place of work, from a local resident caused questions. She didn’t clarify anything more from this simple expression in terms of the carrier, who nonetheless kindly helped her to pull out the suitcases.
“I myself,” Nastya cut off the offer to bring her things to the door of the building. Picking up two suitcases, she walked with a confident walk along the avenue, but with her back she felt how a Caucasian was looking behind her at a walk, long, attractive men, legs, and a neat, bulging ass. “Hamier”, Nastya thought about the driver, and turned her attention to the purpose of her trip - the women's boarding school. The gray walls expressed the loneliness of the life of local girls growing up without parents. Stairs and corridors were empty, there were lessons. Advertising posters "Victor Glebov - our mayor!" Hung everywhere on the walls.
The director of the boarding school, Andrei Petrovich, a man under fifty, looked like a sheriff from American Westerns. Met her affably, looked from head to toe. Estimated. Nastya was no stranger to such a view.
- Well, thanks to the capital, that the teacher was able to provide us. Admittedly surprised that such a young girl agreed to distribution in our wilderness, but also happy. - began the welcome monologue Andrei Petrovich, glaring over Nastya's chest, bulging from under a thin blouse. - With local teachers deficit. The teacher in Russian is no longer two months, your colleague in history replaced the lessons, well, you know ... So you are just in time. - And continued. - Start with high school students. To live, until I decide, through the executive committee, the issue of allocating municipal housing, I offer you here in the orphanage, with girls, I will give you a separate room. I assure you, this will be temporary. Do you mind? The director asked, waiting for an objection.
- No, I agree, - hurried to assure Nastya. - When can I start lessons?
“Yes, even today,” said the director. - The girls are glorious, you will have no problems with them. We hold discipline. Although many of the pupils, of course, with a difficult history. With the provision of food and clothing, too, thank God, everything is in order. The boarding school is personally supervised by the mayor of the city, in addition, sponsored by our local weaving mill. This is the largest enterprise in the region - a giant, one might say. And after sending our education, we send our girls to the mill as apprentices. There they are prepared and employed as weavers.
This narrative of the director reminded Nastya of an interview with a simple-minded official about successes for publication in a local newspaper. But Nastya felt that behind this simplicity of Andrei Petrovich something else was hiding. He was not a simpleton.
An hour later, he presented it to 11th grade students as a teacher of Russian language and literature. And also, as their new class teacher. Nastya was not much older. The girls, young, but already experienced the fate of fate, with interest looked at the new one. No child will live in this boarding school if everything is fine with his parents. The faces of the girls - the most different, cute and really beautiful, united one thing, that Nastya caught immediately. Independence, even some ... adulthood. They differed from girls who grew up in families. Nastya immediately wanted to start her first lesson. The director left, and she proceeded. Briefly talking about the program of teaching Russian language and literature, Nastya gave the first task.
- I propose to write an essay on the topic: "My life after the boarding school." Describe all your plans and what you want to accomplish, Nastya announced to her students. - Feel free to fantasize about your future success.
- Will there be success? - one of the girls asked with a sneer. Nastya paid attention to her. Chernyavka, with a short haircut and bright dark as two coals, eyes, looked skeptically at Nastya.
“Of course they will,” the teacher answered confidently. - After all, this is your life, your road.
“The road from here is ONE,” said the “chernushka”. It is not clear what she meant, but Nastya was hurt with a hint of doom. From this phrase gave cold, the class was silent.
- What's your name? - she asked the schoolgirl in a friendly tone.
“Tanya,” the girl sounded.
"In many ways, I will have to convince them," thought Nastya. “Tanya, I believe that it is you who will choose your path,” said the teacher.
“C'mon, Button, write what I’ve said,” someone from the girls added in support of Nastya.
- Why Button? - clarified Nastya.
“Her name is Knopenko,” said another girl.
“We’ll write,” the female students almost assured them. The girls livened up. It was clear that the topic hooked them.
The lesson was over, and Nastya was led to her room. She laid out things, brewed tea. Only then I noticed how the evening came - her first in this boarding school. I dialed the mobile phone number of the person who was waiting in the distance from here for the call. For him, her stay here was very important.
“I am on the spot,” Nastya said.
She carefully, more than ever, read the essays of her students, noting how sincere the girls wrote. Literacy was lame, but my thoughts gave me freshness, the pressure that is created by the secret dream. A grievance through their texts for their fate found compensation in girlish dreams. Some had plans to work at a weaving mill, but there were also truly original ideas. Button handed an essay with only one phrase: "I want to leave this city far." Nastya shook her head, grinned, and decided not to rate her.
But one essay stood out among the rest. It was written competently, artistically, and about love. The girl wrote about how, after completing her studies at the boarding school, her beloved boy, who now serves in Chechnya, will take her, they will marry, have children, and build a huge house. From the text came a huge positive and faith in tomorrow, then, without which lonely abandoned girls hard to live. She turned the cover and read the author's name and surname. "Helium." “Beautiful and rare name,” Nastya noted. She brought out the highest mark in large print, and the next day she analyzed works with her students. The turn has reached the Gelina composition. Nastya praised the work and asked the author to stand up.
A short, tiny girl timidly rose from behind the desk. Pure blue eyes from under the bangs of light golden hair shyly looked at Nastya. She seemed younger than her contemporaries, and if it were not for the mounds of a mature breast, Nastya would not have believed that this angelic creature is more than sixteen.
“I suppose Sunny wrote about her Romka,” one of the students replied with a smirk. Nastya already understood that everyone has her nicknames here. “The sun is coming to her,” Nastya flashed through her head, “and the name is the same — Gelya.”
“No one has seen him here, it means that she loves her so much,” another girl mocked.
“Exactly about him,” Button supported, turning to Gela. - Hahal is still the same, writes, writes, but does not come. Or are you not calling, afraid that you will take away?
A wave of ridicule swept through the class.
“He serves in the war, and he is not yet released,” Gelya offended her classmates.
“A beautiful and competent composition,” Nastya snapped at the girls chuckles. - Written bright, well conveyed feelings for the guy. If love is true, you really shouldn't be shy. - And she added kindly. - I believe that everything will work out with him. And in general, everyone tried. Well done, girls, I liked it. Although we will work on literacy, to which we will proceed ...
Nastya cut off the sound of the doors opening to the classroom. She turned around and saw the director entering with a guest — a tall, handsome, expensively dressed middle-aged man. The girls stood up as if on command, and Nastya understood the visitor's status.
- Good afternoon, - Andrei Petrovich greeted, - I present to you, if anyone does not know, the head of the city administration, Glebov Viktor Pavlovich. Anastasia Alexandrovna, - the director addressed Nastya. - We will attend the lesson.
Nastya, finally, saw the mayor of the city, the patron of the boarding school. She knew about the election campaign in full swing, during which Glebov sought to re-elect for a new term. He gave a short speech, telling the students about what will be done for the boarding school after the elections, then, together with the director, sat on an empty back desk, apparently to evaluate the learning process. Nastya was able to quickly cope with anxious excitement, and she led the lesson as usual. Peripheral vision caught on himself studying her gaze of the mayor. Well, let him watch.
- Who first wants to read the poem Tsvetaeva? She asked the girls.
- May I? - Gelya raised her hand, and having received Nastino's consent, she raised herself at the desk again. The poem was about love, and the girl read inspiredly, expressively, only by tapping her eyelashes in time with the lines recited from memory. Gel's eyes gleamed, so the impression of the verse passed to her. The class listened fascinated, and Nastya noted with what curiosity Glebov already considered, in turn, a young student. The reading was over, and everyone suddenly heard the mayor's applause. Pupils, and the director, and Nastya applauded after. Gel was embarrassed, but it was obvious how pleasant the evaluation of those around her was. Soon the lesson was over, and the director with Nastya went downstairs to conduct a guest.
“I liked the way you taught the lesson,” said Glebov to Nastya. - professionally. I am glad that the boarding school, to which I have a special relationship, received a good teacher. These girls have a hard time in life, and they really need good teachers.
- Thank you, - answered Nastya. The mayor’s protective tone seemed to make her understand that the boarding school is his territory, and Nastya, once here, should live by his rules.
“And besides, you are a beautiful girl,” she suddenly heard another compliment from the distinguished guest. - If you do not mind, we'll see you again. Here is my business card, there will be some ideas and requests - call me, - the mayor handed a cardboard card.
And after that, the guard slammed the door of a car behind Glebov.
Nastya had to make an impression on men before, but this compliment sounded somewhat different. Something slid inside her. She realized that the meeting with Glebov was certainly not the last.
Nastya asked the director about Gela.
“Her mother is a prostitute,” he said rudely, “there was no father.” From the age of eight, as the mother was deprived of parental rights, the girl was here, and that girl was completely deprived after the deprivation. From relatives only the old grandmother, to which Helium goes on vacation.
The fate of the girl was heard from the director of the boarding school as something quite ordinary, ordinary.
“Gelya is very talented,” she told Andrei Petrovich. - A girl needs help to realize herself.
“Here everyone is talented and everyone needs help,” the director calmly remarked. - The current who really need them?
The words of the head of the boarding school were cut off, but she said nothing. Nastya knew why she was here.
The first week in the boarding school flew by quickly. She had good relations with her students, they were engaged in her subject matter, and Gelya told her when they were alone during the break, about her fiancé, Romka.
“He’s from grandma’s village, we met when I came to visit her on vacation.” And then he was taken to the army. But he will be back. I'm really looking forward to it.
At the end of the week, when Nastya dialed a phone number and told about what was happening, she responded by hearing the instruction from the same voice, authoritative for her and deciding everything. How glad she was to hear HIM how she wanted to be with him. But for now, she should be here. The voice spoke only about the case.
- You need to make friends with the girls, to enter into their confidence. You need to get them to talk, otherwise it will not work. Take action, Nastya.
* * * * *
... She was already almost asleep when she was awakened by the headlights that hit the wide window of the dormitory room. Light, it is not clear where from at this time, suggested that you need to get out of bed. Intuition pushed Nastya to the window. A car drove into the boarding school, judging by its size - an SUV. Who launched it at such a time on the territory, because the entrance at night is prohibited, and the gate is closed by the guard? Nastya looked at the time - the hands of the clock passed over midnight. From her third floor she was able to see how three men got out of the car and headed for the back entrance. “Is it really?” Thought Nastya. She quickly put on her robe. She can't miss it. The girl went out into the corridor and listened. The boarding school slept, but the visitors did not come for a reason. Exactly, there was a knock of steps on the stairs, they went higher - on the fourth floor. Nastya was thinking about how to proceed further in the situation that has opened up. After a pause, she was decisive and moved upstairs for the night guests. Climbing up to the floor, I tried to determine which of a dozen rooms men had passed. Silently walked along the corridor, listening attentively to catch any sound indicating the presence of others. Everywhere there was a sleeping silence, but behind the last door at the edge of the corridor Nastya heard voices. They. After knocking, the girl boldly opened the door and found herself in the room where the girls were living.
- Who is here to complain to us?
A voice, sharp and confident, addressed his question to her. Only the light of the lamp was on, and Nastya presented the following picture.
Three guys, strong, athletic build, in dark leather jackets stood in the middle of the room. On their beds were four girls — Gel — with her legs tucked up, in a nightgown and with disheveled hair, and three others — Button, Natasha, and Olya — dressed in short skirts and defiantly painted. All - students of her 11th grade. One seemed not to be ready for the appearance of night visitors, three seemed to be waiting for them. From the outside, the whole sketch was similar to nightly meetings at the student hostel, but for a female boarding school with its own internal, closed regime, the situation was completely unacceptable. Nastya considered guests. The guys stayed arrogantly and in a businesslike manner, looking at Nastya with interest, not at all being lost from her appearance. The girl was surprised and embarrassed at the same time.
- What's going on here? - instead of answering, strictly asked Nastya to those present.
- This is Anastasia Alexandrovna - our class, - quietly suggested to the guests Olya.
“Oh, that's right,” the guy who asked the question to Nastya grinned. Brazenly approached her closely, so that Nastya felt the smell of his perfum, mixed with men's sweat, stared down from above. Drilled his eyes translucent through the robe of her bare breasts. Nastya wanted to turn away, but she gathered her strength to look impassive in the face.
- New? Nothing like that, girl.
Nastya tried to pull herself together. A man, slightly older than her, attractive, but somehow rude, was apparently the main one who arrived.
“In the rules of the boarding school, visits to the dormitories take place only with the permission of the administration - and only in the daytime,” Nastya said, trying to give a harsh voice. She has finally understood the meaning of what is happening, and the desire to prevent this very meaning is driven by her. But the guests did not think to take it seriously.
“Now the administration is here, I,” confidently, with a slight smirk, said “senior” in response. - Anastasia Alexandrovna, do you mind if I call you Nastya? I promise that I will come to your lessons, - And the “senior” laughed unceremoniously. His laughter was picked up by the other guys. Girls-pupils wary silent. Nastya caught their faces with her eyes. The button looked grim, Gel scared.
“Nastya, would you go to sleep,” the “senior” continued. “I will lend your pupils three, while three,” he added, turning and winking at the bewildered Gela, “and returning to their beds until the morning, safe and sound.” They will wash and for your lesson they will be clean again.
The unleashing of a man angered Nastya.
- Leave, or I will call security, - Nastya said coldly.
“You will be surprised, my girl, but the guard here is me too.”
“They are pupils of the boarding school and will stay here,” Nastya continued unmoved.
The phrase that escaped from the mouth of the "elder", in which Nastya clearly identified her pimp, as if she had slashed her heart.
- They are whores.
Said as if he spat.
“No, they are personalities,” Nastya said in response. Firm and complete. All present looked at her. She thought she was leading a lesson. Very important.
"Senior" turned to the girls.
- So, girls, let's go. Your teacher needs to sleep. Although I would take it with pleasure. With such a body it is necessary to fuck, but not to mutilovki divorce.
Natasha and Olya obediently got up, Gel turned away with wet eyes from the painting. The girl once again had to become a witness of how her friends were taken away for “working off,” but the presence of the teacher, Anastasia Alexandrovna, turned the situation into shock.
“Serge,” one of the guys asked the older one. - Maybe the sun, too, take? Let them study.
“No, don't touch her,” Serzh strictly ordered. - Do not touch until they say. - And turned to the Button, still sitting on the bed. - Do you need a special invitation?
The button, Tanya Knopenko, absolutely calmly, but categorically uttered words from which all those present stood still.
- I will not go.
- Are you persecuting? - as if not believing the ear, Serge asked. - Found time for jokes. The men are waiting, the sauna smokes.
“I said I won't go,” the button sounded even louder. - Now - without me.
She turned away, staring somewhere in the wall. The protest, which she decided on now, was written on her young girlish face. Upset in anticipation of the reaction of Serge, but confident in the loyalty of his act. It seemed to Nastya that these words, instead of the Button, were voiced by her.
“So, well, get up,” Serge ordered evil.
- Not. More I will not go with you.
And the whole room, and the whole world as if were now nervously wrapped around Button, a pretty orphan girl with sad eyes, which she covered with black bangs of hair. This very bang Serge grabbed his huge paw and lifted up. Button groaned in pain, but clutching the bed, remained seated.
- Leave her, scum, - Nastya shouted. - You so will not work, I promise.
Serge let go of the Button and again turned his attention to Nastya, as if surprised that she had not yet left.
- Did you teach her, teacher? He asked, smiling unkindly.
- Serge, she is not in the subject, - excitedly prompted by one of the girls, Natasha.
- Not in the subject, you say? - Asked the pimp, raising his right eyebrow, playing surprise. - Now will be in the subject. - And gave the command to one of the guys, nodding in the direction of Tanya Buttons.
- Brown, figure it out ...
Serge’s partner, who had received the signal, threw down his jacket on a chair, went up to Button, who was cringing in a lump from the inevitability of reprisal, and sharply threw her on the bed. Nastya instinctively rushed to the rescue, but she was intercepted by Serge, immediately twisting her arms behind her back. Another guy put his hand over his mouth so that she could not scream. Fighting a girl with gangsters in this situation was useless.
“Shut up,” Serge shouted at the frightened girls. Those sat, not stirring, only the Sun cried. - Look, Anastasia Alexandrovna, - he addressed with malice to Nastya. - Now - my lesson.
Brown pinned a button to the bed. Squeezing her slim hands, he tied them with a belt pulled out of his trousers, and crushed his face with a pillow. The button jerked with her legs, shouts rang out through the pillow, muffled to a thin squeak.
- Look, do not choke, this bitch still need, - said Serge. Then Brown threw the pillow to the side and bandaged the girl's mouth with a thick terry towel. Nastya opened her eyes in horror, unable to prevent what was happening. Brown ran his hands on the helpless Button under her skirt and pulled down her tights along with her panties. I unzipped my fly ...
Nastya never had to be a witness to rape. But the fact that in front of her eyes a young girl would be raped, even if she had recently met, but her student, to whom Nastya had already had time to get involved, looked like a nightmare. Nastya turned her eyes away.
“In her ass,” Serge said through his teeth. He held Nastya, clasping her from behind, her mouth also shut up with some kind of cloth. Nastya heard the spit of Brown, and yet looked towards the bed. Brown spread his legs twitching Tanya, lifted them higher and run around his finger girlfriend anus. Smearing the hole, the pimp buried his erect penis in it and sharply pressed.
“Na-ah!” The gangster wheezed excitedly. - Get ...
Button howled. Nastya felt with her ass how the member of Serge pressed against her from behind. The picture of anal sex has got him. Brown was slowly pushing a Button, and the girl, having already stopped mooing in a towel, just whined, arching her back, when the man began to make sharp short pushes. Soon the pushes got deeper, Brown was moaning, pressing the Button by his bare legs, and Nastya watched with quiet horror as the member of the gangster came out and then again plunged into the girl's little ass. She became disgusted - anal sex caused Button pain, and the gangster who took her by force enjoyed it.
“Watching everyone,” Serge ordered the other students. - You will buzz, let you in a circle.
Brown pulled Tanya shirt, exposing the elastic bare chest, which began to knead his hands, a member of the continuing to tear the girl's buttocks. Soon he groaned louder, froze, and snarling like a beast, finished his ass right in Tanya. Jerked pulled member. The girl, sobbing, burst into tears. Humiliated in front of others, she lay with her legs spread out, from under which flowed fluid mixed with droplets of blood from a torn anus.
Brown was busily, as if doing important work, buttoned his fly, and next to the Button was another pimp, Kolyan.
- Fuck, so fuck you finished her ass? - he said annoyedly to Bury. - To poke in your struhnyu, you think, nice?
The button, realizing that this was not the end, twitched on her back, and Kolyan jerked it over on her stomach. Nastya didn’t feel at all that her hands were strangled by Serge, but she felt something ache inside. This nagging developed into pain, when Kolyan parted the vagina of the Button, ran his fingers into it and began to pull. Tanya oyknula when the pimp pressed her clitoris. The bandit was breathing heavily, and lowered his pants with his free hand. Having decided that the victim is ready to accept him, he jerked him to push the bare end into Tanya lying on her stomach ...
Kolyan swayed like a pendulum on a button, while she, with an indifferent cold look, wet and glittering in the dim light of the room, looked at the wall. The creaking of the bed and the moans of the gangster drowned out their ears, making me sad. Nastya was afraid to imagine the thoughts of the student at that moment. "If only it was all over." She prayed. Finally, Kolyan arched for the last time, groaned and discharged Tanya into the vagina exhausted from forced sex. The girl closed her eyes in disgust, feeling the sperm flowing out of the burning hole. Everything.
Serge let Nastya, and she fell to the floor. The room seemed to be swaying to the sides, in her eyes darkened, but the teacher was able to hear Serge's voice.
- Nataha, Olka - on the way out. Button released today for health reasons.
She ran up to Nastya and helped her get to the bed.
“I hope to see you soon, Anastasia Alexandrovna,” added Serge. - Scum I tell you so, forgive. Although it is a pity to forgive, you are a beautiful chick, Nastenka, - the main pimp added with a smirk. He nevertheless noticed Gelya, fearfully leaning over the lying Nastya.
- And you, Sunny, see you soon!
It was a disgusting warning. Gelya frightened turned her head.
The gangsters, taking two other girls, left. It was a deep night. Gel has already untied the button, while Nastya finally came to her senses. The surviving picture let her go, and she helped the caring Gela to put in order a sobbing Button.
“We will call the police now, and I will call the director,” Nastya said.
- What are you speaking about? - tiredly, Button somehow hopelessly responded. She wiped the body with a towel from the already stuck sperm. - What is the police, what director? All these ghouls are caught.
Nastya tried to understand what was heard.
- What do you think they drove on t
territory? - continued Button.
“You mean they let them in ... the administration?” - not believing in the meaning of what was said, Nastya asked.
Tanya Button was already trembling, experienced pain and stress made it known, and Gelya wrapped her in a blanket. Mascara flowed over the tear-stained face.
- Someone else from the girls ... - Nastya chose words, - participates in this?
- Almost everyone who is older. They make us. Who breaks - beat. For some reason, they don’t touch Sunny alone, ”Button said in a trembling voice. - She is still virgin. But it is for the time being.
Gel pressed to her friend, trying to comfort her.
“We need to tell the director what happened,” Nastya insisted. The night incident shook her, but caused a desire to fight. - This is chaos.
- And what's around is not chaos? - Button said. “We were made whores, we ride saunas and apartments at night, getting a penny for it.” In the city, everyone knows this, and no one intervenes. To complain to the director Andryusha? Do not tell, Anastasia Alexandrovna. Who do you think earns us?
Nastya depressed silently, digesting what she heard from the pupil. Finally, an urgent tone asked. This request was important to her.
- Tanya ... I need you to tell everyone about this. I will call my friends, they are from Moscow. You just retell it all to them, and they can help you.
- You need? - Button grinned. - What for? Do not meddle in this matter, Anastasia Alexandrovna, you will have goals. And from me the words no one will pull out about it, life is dear to me. And the other girls will be silent. Today I don’t know what found me, so I showed up, ”Tanya, already angry, continued. Excitement knocked her down when she talked about sore. - Just tired ... and you still came here ... Well, and climbed. And what happened? And this is still so, flowers ... They can then find them in the forest ...
Nastya hugged pupils. So they all sat on the couch, until the night gave way to the dawn. It is impossible to fall asleep anyway.
“I can help you,” Nastya said quietly, but confidently ...
The next day, when Nastya met the director in the corridor, she noted that he looked different. She even seemed to look at her especially wary. Did you find out about the night of the incident? Nastya felt that it was not worth discussing him with him, and Button, perhaps, was right. He is deeply involved in this.
She knew who to consult. In the evening Nastya phoned him.
“We should intervene in the situation,” she told a voice from Moscow. - I want to get to the mayor and tell him about this boarding school. Girls need to be saved.
“You just have to convince the girls to be interviewed.” Only interviews - to our journalists and cameramen. To this end, we introduced you to the boarding school, ”said a voice in the phone in disgust. - The rest will be decided. And to the mayor of the town, prostitution in his orphanage is a damn. He will not give this publicity. The main thing he needs is to win the election and sell the weaving mill, having received his rollback. I remind you, we are working on losing this type, and not on his victory. - And he added the words already familiar to Nastya. - Nastya, do not go into this business.
Nastya was disappointedly silent, imagining the face of Gels. What awaits her?
“I miss you ...” she finally said, turning to her voice.
* * * * *
And a day later, after the lessons, Gelya approached her, with sad eyes, according to which Nastya read - something happened.
“Anastasia Alexandrovna,” she said in a quiet, pleading voice. - Olka told me, between us, that I heard - the other day THEY will take me too.
Nastya already knew what to do next.
“Everything will be fine,” she assured the pupil.
I dialed the phone number on the business card. Two hours later, he sat in his spacious office city hall. Glebov, just as solid and attentive, listened to her story. Request to intervene, for girls. The mayor of the retold frowned. Coercion to sex of pupils of the institution controlled by him jarred him.
- I will deal with this, Anastasia Alexandrovna, - he firmly assured. - The guilty will be punished according to the law.
Nastya felt relieved. She believed that Glebov would help. Stop the chaos in the city - it is his duty. Moreover, on the eve of the election.
In the evening I found the button. Invited to her room.
- Tanya, - she turned to the student. “This is the phone of one person,” she handed a button to the button to Mobile with the button. - This is my close friend ... very close ... If something happens to me, well, or something else ... - Nastya was confused by her own words. - Call him immediately and tell me everything. Promise?
The button took a piece of paper, and instead of answering, hugged Nastya by the neck. The girl pressed her to her cheek ...
For the next two days, she waited for what might happen. I did not go to bed before one o'clock in the morning, periodically peering through the windows. Nervous tension has reached the limit. On the third night, she, exhausted, fell asleep early, when suddenly, she was awakened by a knock at the door.
Nastya felt so badly that she didn’t ask who to open. On the threshold stood an agitated Button.
- Anastasia Alexandrovna ... They came for Gel.
That happened. Nastya quickly dressed and jumped into the yard. It was the same jeep, where two types pushed the sun coming out of the gel. Serge was going to get behind the wheel when he noticed a teacher who had blocked the road. Smiled. The pimp was pleased at this meeting.
- Nastya ... Can't you sleep again?
“She will not go anywhere,” Nastya said harshly. Serge came out from behind the car, approached her. Repetition of the recent night, but something iron will be different, Nastya knew. She quickly ran to the door, jerked open it and jumped into the car. Kolyan wanted to push her out, but she firmly embraced Gel, who was crying in the back seat.
- Leave, - ordered Kolyan Serge. He was even cheerful, as if he was waiting for Nastya to do such an act. - He wants, let him go with us.
Jeep, gaining speed, left the boarding school ...
They were brought to some mansion, and Nastya, pressed by gangsters on both sides, could not see and remember the road. Soon they were led inside. In a large, dimly lit nightly room, Nastya saw two men. Thoughts in my head sharpened. Which of them ordered an innocent Helino body? Someone alone or all together? She pulled a frightened girl to her, and then a familiar voice already heard.
- Welcome, Anastasia Alexandrovna.
Glebov, dressed in a club suit, with a brandy glass in his hand, imposingly sprawled on a huge leather sofa.
- I did not think that you decide to come, but still glad. A beautiful woman can do the same night.
He smiled like a hospitable host. Well, the premonition of an early meeting with the head of the city did not deceive her. She, not hearing herself from the feeling of abomination and aversion to the situation, greeted him dryly.
“I present to you my partner, Ali,” Glebov showed at a man of eastern appearance sitting on the side of a chair. - This is a major Arab investor who wants to finance our weaving mill.
“With which you steal a weaving mill from the city,” Nastya commented coldly, with quiet contempt.
“Beautiful girl,” Nastya Ali said approvingly.
“O-pa, I didn’t think that visiting teachers were concerned about the issues of city property,” Glebov answered with a certain malicious smile. “Ali,” he nodded at Gelya, “this girl I promised for you.” How to consolidate our partnership.
Glebov was drunk and was not at all ashamed of Nastya's presence. Ali lasciviously bared his teeth, anticipating sex with a virgin, and Gelya began to cry again and hugged Nastya even more tightly.
“My security chief,” Glebov pointed at Serge standing at the door, “told me how you feel about girls.” But now the one for which you came, you will need to retire with my friend. Or, - Glebov turned to Ali, - will you get settled here?
And the teacher and I will see. She is no stranger.
Glebov winked at the Arab. The question of who the roof of the pimp Serzh was dropped for Nastya overnight. Although what else could be expected? What is Nastya was naive. She opened her eyes for offense. In a matter of minutes, this black ghoul is outraged by Gels, and her innocence cannot wait for any lover. Cruel ...
“Let her go,” Nastya said quietly. “She's still a girl ... Don't.”
- I promised a friend entertainment. I gave Ali the word, ”Glebov brazenly replied. - Girl, you say? Do you know how much I protect her for such an occasion?
Before closed eyes Nastya flashed Gel, a girl with golden hair, with a cheerful nickname Sunny, who was hugged by her beloved boyfriend Romka. Slipped like a bright dream.
“Beautiful girl,” she heard the Arab again, right in front of her ear. She opened her eyes, noticing Ali standing very close. He glanced admiringly at Nastya, from her face to her feet. Did he like her? Well, the choice can always be. And the price for this choice is also ...
- Do you want? - suddenly asked Nastya Arab. He grinned even wider, showing snow-white teeth. Nastya presented them on her neck.
- Take me instead of the girl. And she, ”she demanded from Glebov,“ let her be taken back to the orphanage now.
“Ochen is good,” approved the Arab Nastya. The mayor laughed.
- Do you agree, Ali?
He nodded. To exchange the promised virgin for her teacher, who, noticeably, really hooked the eastern businessman with her temperament, a gorgeous sexy body and something else, Ali seemed to be a good deal. Like in business.
- Well as you know. You are a guest, - summarized Glebov. He assured Nastya that Gel is not touched. - I give you my word.
The fact that his partner will have sex with Nastya instead of a girl really turned him on. He ordered Serzh, and he grabbed the stunned Gel and took her out of the room. Nastya was left alone, alone with two men, one of whom voluntarily promised herself. The main thing, she knew, was to get rid of what was going on as much as possible. In the end, Gel was saved.
Ali pulled Nastya to the chair.
“Just go out,” she asked Glebova.
“Eh, Anastasia Alexandrovna, I didn’t promise you that,” said the mayor, smiling, with eyes burning with lust. And he added, as the owner of a brothel. - Come on, serve my friend. According to the full program.
The meaning of what was said Nastya was not worth discovering. Ali set her on his knees in front of him, lounging in a chair. A hand trembling with excitement, he unbuckled his pants pants, and had already pulled out a rather tense dark member. Huge, giving away a pungent smell, which Nastya immediately felt. Ali pressed her back to the head, pushing him down to him. Nastya closed her eyes ...
The lips, still pressed against rejection, touched the hot member, which was resting on their lock, stopped displeased by the barrier. Cotton on the back of the head with a heavy hand of an Arab, and Nastya had to part her lips, letting the phallus into her mouth. Ali's end increased in size even more, and he pressed them inside, right up to his throat, until Nastya began to choke. Began to introduce and display it, crushing the girl by the hair, and Nastya heard his growing moans. Language was pressed by a member so that Nastya could not move them. An Arab in his broken Russian demanded that he close his lips tightly, and she obeyed, giving him pleasure. She wanted to dissolve in this room, to disappear, but the taste of an Arab dick, pushing it up to the larynx, made her the center of the whole picture. Glebov threw caustic comments and advice from the side of how she should suck,She mentally advised the scum Mayor to fall to hell. Finally, the Arab groaned louder, the member stiffened, and Nastya prepared to receive a seed stream that ended her oral rape. However, Ali suddenly stopped and literally pulled out the end of his mouth. So do not finish. Nastya realized that he intended to continue, but in a different way.
He lifted her from her knees and dragged her to a very large bed. Throwing like a rag doll, he quickly freed himself from his shirt, exposing his hairy torso. The member was tense, like a concrete column, and was preparing to enter, but into another hole. The Arab leaned on top, literally pushing her into the bed, reached for a light dress.
“Just don't tear it,” she asked. Ali pulled her dress up to her panties, exposing her smooth long legs. For a moment, I admired the view of the spread Nastya legs, which very few men saw in such a pose. Fingers pulled panties, opening her shaved hole. Nastya noticed how Ali's eyes glittered approvingly.
“Krasyvo,” the Arab croaked. Restrain himself, he could not, and buried a member in her vagina, pressed. Nastya screamed in sudden pain. Everything was dry beneath, and the labia pains protested against this unwanted invasion. Ali was not taken aback. Moistening his fingers with saliva, rubbed them in his penis, and at the second attempt, forcing Nastya to bite her lips from the pain, crawled, like a boa constrictor, inside.
“It hurts ...” she whispered. - Slower please…
Vagina, not ready for sex, so gripped the Arab flesh, that he had to still tinker, open it to a state where a member could already carry out free shocks. Nastya put her hands on Ali, but his massive body jumped on her like on a trampoline. The Arab dick crawled in her, it seemed, endlessly, and Nastya herself was surprised at how it turns out to restrain an orgasm to this type. He lowered the dress's straps, threw out her magnificent breasts, and walked over the nipples with his tongue, swallowed them with his mouth, bringing Nastya new nasty sensations. To humiliate the Arab when she went to this ill-fated trip to a provincial town, she could not even imagine such a thing. Ali grabbed her ass and started pushing with double strength. She felt the mucous lips on her snow-white neck, winced. The Arab wheezed excitedly, and she turned away,letting him use himself to exhaustion. It's all over, Nastya consoled herself. No one will know about her humiliation, and she will not see Ali or Glebov anymore. We need a little more patience - this member, crucified and pushing her hole, these hands, pawing her ass, this mouth, suddenly stuck on her lips and sucking greedily her tongue. Nastya indifferently buried her eyes in
ceiling. I imagined Sergey, her beloved, with whom I had talked on the phone just yesterday, reporting on the situation in the orphanage. Did he call as Nastya requested, Button? If so, how much time does he need to rush off from Moscow, find her and save her? She smiled bitterly. Earlier than Ali will finish, this will not happen exactly, although I would love to. As if the answer to the thoughts, Nastya felt a member of an Arab, resilient and entering as deeply as possible ...
Ali howled from a violent orgasm and threw a wave of sperm Nastya on the stomach. For a second, the vagina felt relieved by emptiness and freedom. The rape is over. Nastya tiredly cramped her legs. The labia's lips acted as if it were in a frying pan, but any pain disappears, the girl knew. It remains only to wipe the sperm from the abdomen - the trace of her humiliation and at the same time, remembering who this sperm was originally intended for - the trace of her salutary act.
The Arab buttoned his fly, and then, turning to Glebov, who had observed the entire sexual act, said, nodding at Nastya.
- Help yourself, friend.
Nastya jumped out of bed.
“We didn’t agree,” the girl screamed, frightened and at the same time evil.
“I promised you would be the girl,” the mayor said calmly, rising from his chair and throwing off his jacket. But his gaze was not calm - the wolf, agitated, he looked at the half-naked Nastya. Rubbed his hands in anticipation of a hot female body. - And I keep the promise. Who told you that I was not going to fuck that youngster?
After these words, Glebov pounced on Nastya. She tried to push him away, but already tightly grasped, was thrown on the bed. Everything went on.
- Let me go, brute ... - she protested, but to no avail, Glebov set out to seize her to the end. Nastya managed to bite his ear when he leaned on top and put his lips to her neck. Glebov growled in pain, and that there is a force hit her in the face. Her disheveled hair covered her burning face, her eyes dimmed from pain. I felt how strong hands turned her on the stomach, and spread her legs apart. The hole, which had not yet departed from forced intercourse, was taken by another member from a sharp jerk ...
Glebov raped Nastya, leaning on top, while she, lying on her stomach, took his nervous excited shocks. The man snuffled in her ear, squeezing her hands, as if in handcuffs. She did not whine and did not cry, her vagina seemed to grow dumb and no longer perceive the presence of others. Time ceased to exist for Nastya in its usual form, when you count the minutes, waiting for the end. She stopped noticing the lustful, saliva-losing sexual partner, she did not hear the encouraging squeals of the Arab who received her. Consciousness went away, leaving her beautiful sexual figure for dirty pleasure to two scum, who imagines himself masters of life ... Suddenly, Glebov froze, pulled his cock out of her vagina and stuck it in Nastya's ass. A new test began by returning the raped girl to consciousness. She screamed, and Ali's strong palm shut her mouth,while his accomplice shoved a member into the anal hole. Tears splashed from Nastya's eyes, the bed that had taken her shame and the wild pain watered.
Glebov entered, and compared to this, vaginal sex seemed to Nastya a child's warm-up. The pain was unbearable when the heated mayor spent frictions in her open anus. Nastya never had to have anal sex, she knew that there could be unpleasant feelings even with her beloved man, and that the first experience was forced, it was terribly double. She moaned Ali's palm in her mouth, while Glebov, pressing her ass, pounded her into the anal passage. “Hurry up,” Nastya was beating in her head. As if taking pity on her, Glebov ordered Ali to let her go, pulled out his penis and quickly turned around, led his dick to her lips. She, praying for the finish, did not resist. Entered it, performed a few more shocks, and the sperm, firing a powerful stream, filled her mouth.
... She spat the remnants of sperm on the floor when Glebov called by telephone Serge. He soon appeared at the door, finding Nastya straightening her dress.
“Well, Serge, you can do it too,” the mayor said to his assistant. Nastya's heart sank from the next nightmare, presenting another violent sex, already with a pimp. This one definitely won't refuse to use it. Will the orgy never end?
- No, thank you, Viktor Pavlovich, - suddenly the pimp refused, looking attentively at Nastya.
“Well, look,” Glebov complacently noted. - Then take Anastasia Alexandrovna to the boarding school. Today, we no longer need its services. She has already understood who is the boss in this city.
Nastya looked with disdain at Glebov and Ali, whom she involuntarily had to satisfy, and, accompanied by Serge, left the house.
- Did you take Gel? - She clarified at the pimp, to whom she suddenly felt a kind of hidden feeling of gratitude - for the fact that he did not accept the offer of the chief to continue to mock her. “Is the girl all right?” Well, answer, - Nastya has already called out.
Instead of answering, Serge sat her in a car, where she was waiting for Sunny, swollen with tears and insomnia.
“She said she won't go without you,” Serge said with a barely noticeable smile. Gelya embraced Nastya, she understood what the teacher had to sacrifice to save her, Gelina's virginity. Gratitude is the best that Nastya needed now. Half an hour later they were in the boarding school. Dawn has come.
* * * * *
Nastya took a shower, washing away the traces of sex, when she suddenly felt a chill - a consequence of the experiences and bullying that night. This reaction of the body is not surprising, as well as the reaction of the soul, wounded, but still alive and with the remnants of the forces ready to fight on. She, Nastya, will still have to move away from everything that has been tried. (Porn tales) I wanted to close off from the whole world, she turned off the phone and, pushing all sorts of thoughts by force, got into bed. Lessons to lead today she will not. Nastya fell asleep.
She slept until evening, through a dream, hearing knocks on the door of those who tried to find her. Only when the boarding school subsided, she woke up and turned on the mobile phone. Soon he rang. HE!
- Nastya, we searched you, what happened, where were you? - A hail of questions leaned over her. - All right, are you whole? - Sergey, her boss and her man in one person, could not help her. Nastya so hoped that when she got into trouble, he would be there.
- where are you? She countered. Upon learning that he was in Moscow, she closed her eyes in disappointment. She was his mistress - a married man and the director of a large PR agency of election campaigns, but she always believed that for her sake, Sergey was ready for anything, would feel her troubles and primchitsya.
“I'm fine,” she said calmly in her voice.
Having received a response calm in the voice on the other end of the phone, Nastya heard:
- Do you know that your girls gave an interview today? Yes, our reporters. Tomorrow it will be on all local channels on the air! Yesterday I was called by your this ... Tanya and told me that you were taken to Glebov. And in the morning ...
- Wait, - interrupted his stunned Nastya. “Button told you that they took me to the mayor with the girl with the violence, and you ... You did nothing to free us?” - Disappointment escalated into outrage from the indifference of the act of her beloved.
“But you are all right,” Sergey said calmly. “And what could have been done to you?” - After a pause of bewilderment, the voice was stuck again. - Nastya, the main thing is that we succeeded. After such a bomb he did not win the election. You're doing fine…
She turned off the phone. She smiled bitterly. And really, what happened to her?
The next morning she was going to go to the lesson. Last in this boarding school. Today she will return to Moscow. Even after going through the corridors of the boarding school, Nastya felt that something had changed. Some kind of screen flew off, the dirt reigning here leaked out, and only a matter of time when it was finally removed. Her 11th grade ...
The girls got up when she entered. Gels' eyes caught the buttons, they glowed subtle, but the brilliance of victory. Nastya greeted her and began the lesson, when suddenly, in an emerging pause, Button rose from behind the desk.
“Anastasia Alexandrovna,” she began. - I then called your ... Sergey, and told everything. He suggested that if we give interviews to journalists, we will help you ... well, and to ourselves too. Yesterday afternoon they arrived, with cameras, the director tried to keep them out, but then someone called him and he let him in. I and several other girls from our class told us what they did to us here, and about the mayor too. We were promised that this would be aired and that no one else would force us to do this ...
“You did the right thing,” Nastya said. The girls looked at her with admiration. They found out what happened to her last night, Nastya realized. As they knew before, the CTO ruled the mockery of them. They knew, but they were silent. The lesson ended, and Nastya said goodbye.
- See you girls. Nobody will touch you anymore. And I will definitely return to you.
Outside the gate, she saw a familiar jeep. Serge. He looked kindly, approached her.
- Well, Anastasia Alexandrovna, everything turned out as you wanted? Now Glebov will be felled, and those for whom you work will take the power in the city and the weaving mill into the bargain. Combine is, by and large, they needed.
- What's wrong with that? - quietly asked Nastya. She was clear - Serge, a pimp, but part-time security professional saw that she was not a teacher, but a journalist who worked for the election campaign of his boss’s competitors.
“Nothing,” said Serge. - Nothing good. What will change? The combine will be sold to Muscovites, Glebov will be overcome, and the boarding school ... The girls will be engaged in prostitution, work as before. Only on other owners. Did you achieve this?
Serge spoke with conviction, ardently, like a man who had lost his position, but who was ready to live differently. And yet, Nastya was in no hurry to believe him.
“No, Serge,” she said. - Girls will definitely have a new life.
The guy offered to take her to the station, and she agreed. He loaded the suitcases into the car, and then Nastya asked, ironically grinning. “Tell me why you refused with me ... then?” Didn’t you like me?
Serge was serious.
“Just because I liked ... Nastya,” the guy said with a touch of embarrassment. “You are the best girl I've ever met.” I understand what you think of me, and all that ... But can I at least expect that you ... sometime you can reciprocate me?
Nastya wanted to laugh, hearing this awkward, but sincere confession of a pimp.
- You are Sergei name, right? She asked. Serge nodded.
- Beautiful name, - said Nastya.
From the gate jumped Gelya. Ran to her.
- Anastasia Alexandrovna. - Gel was very close, going to make some kind of recognition. “I want to tell you ... I confess ... In general, I have no boyfriend.” Romka no. I thought of everything. It seemed to me that it would be easier ... To think that there was a loving person somewhere. And none of the guys really need me.
Here is a confession. Nastya smiled, hugging the sun by the shoulders.
“You’ll still love you, my nice girl.” You are worth it. Believe me.
Eyes Gels sparkled.
- Do you really come to us? Just to visit? - Sunny asked. - We will wait for you, me and all the girls.
“Certainly,” Nastya promised, kissed Gelya and got into Serge's car. I took a farewell look at the boarding school. She wondered to herself and answered that her role as a teacher was played for a reason.