The buzzer to Richard's apartment echoed through the hallway, and Gulnaz's laughter could be heard through the intercom. "I can't believe we're doing this," she said, as Nadya chuckled in agreement. Richard greeted them at the door, a sly smile on his face as he ushered them in.
The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles scattered around. Richard poured them each a glass of cognac, the amber liquid glinting in the low light. "To old times," he toasted, and the women clinked their glasses together, taking a sip.
Gulnaz's head began to swim almost immediately, her eyelids growing heavy. Nadya felt a similar sensation, her vision blurring as she tried to focus on Richard. She noticed him slip something into their drinks, but it was too late. The sleeping pill had already taken effect.
Nadya's consciousness began to fade, but she fought to stay awake, her mind growing foggy. She felt herself sinking into the armchair, her body growing limp. As she struggled to keep her eyes open, she saw Richard approach Gulnaz, who was now completely unconscious.
He began to undress her, his movements quick and deliberate. Nadya watched in horror as he climbed on top of her, forcing himself inside. She felt a strange sensation between her legs, a mix of disgust and arousal. She couldn't believe what was happening, yet she couldn't look away.
Nadya's hand began to wander, her fingers finding their way between her legs. She began to touch herself, her body responding to the taboo scene unfolding before her. Richard noticed, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"You like what you see?" he taunted, his voice low and seductive. Nadya nodded, unable to speak. She began to masturbate faster, her body betraying her. Richard finished and approached Nadya, who tried to resist but was easily overpowered.
He forced her to clean his cock with her mouth, his grip tight on her hair. Nadya's mind was racing, her emotions conflicted. She was disgusted by what was happening, yet she couldn't deny the thrill she felt.
Richard bent Nadya over the armchair, his cock still hard. He thrust into her, his movements rough and dominating. Nadya moaned, both repulsed and excited by his control. She felt herself getting closer to the edge, her body responding to his every move.
Richard came inside her, his body shuddering with pleasure. He then dragged Nadya over to Gulnaz, who was still unconscious. "Clean her up," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding.
Nadya hesitated, but she knew she had no choice. She began to lick Gulnaz's pussy, tasting Richard's sperm and Gulnaz's juices for the first time. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction, her body still humming with pleasure.
Richard took a photo of Nadya, his eyes glinting with power. "You're mine now," he said, and Nadya knew he was right. She was left feeling betrayed and humiliated, yet strangely aroused by the night's events. She knew she would never be the same again.
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