I knew this visit would end badly. I knew it from the moment the guard at the tower's entrance looked at me the way one looks at a drowned man—disgusted and almost sympathetic. “To Mrs. Elena,” I said, trying to sound confident. The guard silently checked his tablet and nodded. The elevator took a long time to rise. The mirrored walls reflected my face—pale, with dark circles under my eyes from three sleepless nights. My jacket was awry, though I'd adjusted it a dozen times. The debt—a sum I wouldn't be able to raise in a year—was burning in my pocket like an IOU that too many people knew about. The penthouse greeted me with silence and cold light. Huge windows overlooked the city, but the sun didn't penetrate—the hue was gray, as if before a storm. “Alexander,” a female voice said. I turned around. Elena was standing in the doorway leading deeper into the apartment. Tall, wearing a figure-hugging dark gray dress, her hair slicked back. Next to her, slightly behind her, stood a second woman—an Asian woman with a cold, blank face, dressed in a seamless black suit. "Come in," Elena continued. "Since you've come." I stepped forward. The floor was dark marble, and every step echoed loudly. “I... about duty,” I began, but she raised her palm. - I know. Sit down. I sank onto the edge of the light-colored sofa, my palms sweating. The Asian woman quietly approached the bar, poured something into a glass, and placed it in front of me. “Drink this,” Elena said. “It’s calming.” I raised the glass to my lips. The whiskey smelled expensive, burned my throat, and spread warmth through my chest. Elena sat down opposite me, crossing her legs. My gaze involuntarily slid to her knee, peeking out from the slit in her dress. "You lost a large sum," she said. "My sum." "I'll pay it all back," I blurted out. "Give me a reprieve. A month, no more." - You said that two weeks ago. - Now everything has changed. "What's changed?" Elena grinned at the corner of her mouth. "You lost another three hundred thousand the day before yesterday. They're reporting it to me." I remained silent. My temples began to pound. My head suddenly felt heavy, unbearable. "No need to be so nervous," Elena said, but her voice sounded far away. "We'll sort everything out now." I tried to stand up. My legs wouldn't obey me. The room swam before my eyes, turning into blurry spots. The last thing I saw was the Asian woman's face—she came closer and looked down at me with absolute indifference. Darkness. *** I woke up cold. First, I felt a smooth surface on my back—not fabric, not leather, but something hard, like a dentist's chair or a surgical table. Then—a heaviness on my wrists. I opened my eyes. The light was dim, a burgundy-red glow emanating from somewhere below. The room resembled a private room in an upscale club: dark walls, leather panels, a shiny floor. And rings, many metal rings, embedded everywhere. I was naked. Completely naked. My arms were tied above my head, my legs were spread and tied to something below. My body was taut as a string. “I woke up,” Elena said. She stood against the wall, arms crossed over her chest. Next to her stood an Asian woman, still wearing the same impeccable suit, but without the jacket. A black blouse, a tight skirt, and stiletto heels. "What... what's going on?" My own voice sounded strange and hoarse. Elena came closer, her heels clicking on the floor. — Let me explain. You owe me money. A lot of money. You can't pay it back. So Mrs. May and I found a solution. May. Asian. She spoke for the first time: - You will work it off. With your body. I jerked. The shackles clanked, but didn't budge. - You can't... "We can," Elena interrupted. "I have your receipt. And now I have your ass. Literally and figuratively." She ran her nail down my chest, slowly, almost gently, leaving a white line that immediately turned pink. "You'll do as we say. For as long as it takes. Until the debt is paid. Or until you get tired of it." I swallowed. My head was still fuzzy from the poisoned whiskey, but what was happening was frightening in its inescapable clarity. I was chained to someone else's BDSM furniture, and this wasn't a game. "What if I refuse?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. "Then my people will meet you," Elena said calmly. "They're not so... delicate." May pulled the couch closer, sat at the head of it, and took my chin in her hand. “Open up,” she said shortly. I clenched my teeth. May pressed her fingers against my cheekbones until my mouth parted, and spat. Warm saliva hit my tongue. - Swallow. I closed my eyes and swallowed, feeling my ears burn with humiliation. “Good boy,” Elena said. She stood directly in front of me, her legs slightly apart, and lifted the hem of her dress. She was wearing sheer black stockings and lace panties, which she slowly pulled down, never taking her eyes off me. - Now - the tongue. Show me. I opened my mouth slightly. Elena moved closer, so that her hips were level with my face. The scent—warm, thick, with a hint of musk—hit my nostrils. — Lick. If you bite, you will be punished. I pressed my tongue to her labia. She was already wet. My tongue slid inside, collecting her juices. Elena ran her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer. — Deeper. Faster. I was out of breath, but I continued. Her hips rocked in time, she pushed down on my mouth, pressing me ever tighter into the seat. At some point, I felt May grab my head from behind with her palms and hold it there, denying me the last chance to pull away. “Don’t get distracted,” she whispered. When Elena finished, my lips were bitten and my tongue was numb. Juice was running down my chin and dripping onto my chest. “It’s my turn now,” May said. She replaced Elena with a smooth movement, sitting down facing my cock and her ass facing my face. I didn't immediately understand what she wanted from me. "Don't get it?" May glanced over her shoulder. "Lick it. Here." She spread her buttocks with her palms, revealing the tight ring of her anus. Slightly compressed, dark, and glistening from its proximity to her perineum. My breath caught in my throat. I'd never done anything like this in my life. But the straps held tight, and fear was stronger than disgust. I touched her with my tongue. The taste was different—cleaner, but more forbidden. May moaned low, gutturally, and pressed her palm against the back of my head. - More. Don't be shy. I pushed my tongue inside as far as I could. Her muscles contracted and relaxed, and she lowered herself onto my mouth, simultaneously stroking her clitoris with her free hand. Elena watched from the side, lazily stroking her breasts through her dress. "He's doing quite well," she remarked. "It's a shame he owes so much." When May finally stood up, my lips were sore, my neck was stiff, and my cock was aching with arousal. I didn't want to admit it, but my body was betraying me with every passing second. “Let’s move on,” Elena said. May brought out a tray from behind the screen: a clear bottle of liquid, black elbow-length gloves, a white towel. And—separately, on a shiny metal tray—there it was. A black strap-on. Massive, glossy, with a curved head and straps made of thick leather. My insides sank. “No,” I whispered. “Please...” "'Please' is fine," Elena replied. "But the word 'no' is no longer yours." May pulled on her gloves. I heard the latex cling to her fingers. She lubricated two fingers with gel and squatted between my spread thighs. “Relax,” she said as if she were talking to a wall. The cold gel touched my anus. My whole body clenched. - If you strain, it will hurt more. Her finger entered without warning. I screamed, but the handcuffs didn't even allow me to twitch. May moved it slowly, turning, spreading, training. The second finger joined in a minute. Then the third. The pain was sharp and stabbing, but after a while, another layer began to awaken beneath it—warm, languid. May skillfully pressed something inside, and with each thrust, bukvoeb.run, my penis twitched, releasing a clear drop of precum. “It’s leaking,” Elena noted. “Look.” She came up and ran the tip of her tongue over my head. I groaned, arching my back. - Don't get distracted, May. Continue. May removed her fingers. I felt a sense of emptiness—almost a disappointment, frightening in its absurdity. Then she stood up from the couch, put on the strap-on, tightened the straps around her hips, and came over to me. The dildo swayed in front of my face. Huge, black, glossy. “Suck,” Elena ordered. - What? - Suck it. Get it ready. May brought the silicone to my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, and she inserted it inside—slowly but deeply, all the way to my throat. I choked, tears streaming down my face, but she held my hair and wouldn't let me pull away. "There you go," Elena whispered. "Now it's wet. Just right for your ass." May pulled my cock out of my mouth. The silicone glistened with saliva. She walked around behind me and adjusted the straps. I felt the head of my penis press against the clenched ring of muscles. “Breathe,” May said. And she entered. I screamed. My walls burst into flames, tears streaming from my eyes. She didn't stop, moving in short, deep thrusts until the phallus was fully inserted. “It hurts,” I exhaled. “Okay,” Elena replied. “Pain is part of the deal.” May picked up the rhythm. Slowly at first, then faster. Each thrust reverberated in my stomach, groin, throat. I groaned, no longer able to distinguish between pain and something else—dark, hot, rising from the base of my spine. "He's not so proud anymore," Elena remarked, bringing her lips close to my ear. "Look at yourself." I couldn't watch. I was shaking. May held me by the hips, pressing me into the seat with every movement. The sound was wet, slapping, obscene. And then she found it—that very spot. And everything disappeared. The orgasm washed over me like an avalanche. I arched, my legs trembled, and semen gushed from my penis, staining my own stomach and chest. I screamed, unable to hear my own voice, as May continued to thrust the silicone into me, squeezing out the last of my spasms. When she pulled out, I went limp, hanging from the straps. Red circles swam before my eyes. Lubricant ran down my thighs. Between my legs, something sticky and hot. Elena came close and lifted my chin with two fingers. "The first payment has been made," she said. "There's still a lot, a lot left." May pulled off her gloves and threw them on my stomach. “Clean up after yourself,” she said, nodding at the floor where the drops were glistening. I didn't answer. I couldn't. I just lowered my head, feeling that same dark, shameful warmth rising in my belly again. And I hated myself for liking it.