Iskander's hands shook as he counted the wads of cash for what felt like the hundredth time. "I can't believe I owe these meatheads so much money," he muttered under his breath. He glanced up nervously as the door to the classroom creaked open, revealing the group of muscular, towering boys who had been hounding him for weeks.
Arseny, Konstantin, Nikita, Yegor, and Ayrat swaggered into the room, their eyes fixed on Iskander like hungry wolves. "Well, well, well, look who's here," Arseny sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "The little debtor himself."
Iskander swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "I-I brought the money," he stammered, holding out the cash like a peace offering.
Konstantin chuckled, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the cramped classroom. "Too little, too late. You know we don't accept IOUs."
Nikita's grin widened as he surveyed Iskander's petite girlfriend, Elvina, who had just entered the room. "Hey, look who it is. The little princess herself."
Elvina rolled her eyes, her dark hair falling in waves over her shoulders. "What do you want, meatheads?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.
Arseny sneered at her, his eyes narrowing. "We want our money, and your boyfriend here can't pay up. So we've come up with a new plan."
Konstantin chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "We're going to turn your little girlfriend here into our sex slave. That way, she can work off your debt."
Elvina's eyes narrowed, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "You're out of your minds if you think I'll let you touch me," she spat.
Nikita grinned, showing off his pearly whites. "Oh, we'll touch you alright. And you'll like it."
Yegor stepped forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over Elvina. "You'll do whatever we say, or we'll make sure you regret it."
Ayrat, the most soft-spoken of the group, spoke up. "We'll start with something simple. You're going to lick our dirty feet clean."
Elvina's face contorted in disgust, but she knew she had no other choice. She took a deep breath and began to lick the smelly, sweaty feet of the boys one by one, her eyes fixed on the wall in front of her.
Arseny watched with a smirk on his face as Elvina performed the humiliating task. When she finished, he stepped forward, his erection straining against his pants. "Now, it's time for the real fun. You're going to suck me off."
Elvina hesitated for a moment, but then she took Arseny's cock in her mouth. The boys cheered and clapped, urging her to go deeper. Konstantin pulled out his own cock and ordered Elvina to suck him off as well, his voice thick with desire.
Elvina complied, her mouth stretched wide as she took turns pleasuring the two boys. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and the slurping of her mouth.
Finally, Nikita and Yegor stepped forward, their eyes gleaming with lust. "It's time for the main event," Nikita said, his voice low and husky. "You're going to bend over and prepare yourself for what's to come."
Elvina's eyes widened, but she knew she had no choice. She bent over, her skirt riding up to reveal her bare ass. Nikita and Yegor grinned wickedly, their cocks already hard and ready.
"We're going to take turns fucking your tight little ass," Yegor said, his voice thick with desire.
Elvina whimpered, but she didn't resist as Nikita and Yegor took turns violating her, their cocks pounding into her with brutal force. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and her cries of pain.
When they were finished, Elvina lay limp on the desk, her body spent and exhausted. The boys chuckled and zipped up their pants, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Until next time, princess," Arseny said with a wink, before leading his group out of the room.
Elvina lay there for a moment, her body trembling with shock and humiliation. She glanced over at Iskander, who was still holding the wads of cash in his trembling hands.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his eyes filled with tears.
Elvina's eyes narrowed, her voice cold and hard. "This isn't over," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll make sure of it."
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