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Chapter 2: Jan.
Months later, Svetla has lost weight. Apparently she was anorectic. She tried to hide it with large sweaters. The poor girl didn’t eat much. She looked pale. Her petite breasts looked even smaller than normal. The only thing mattered to her was her “vitamins” and money.
Bored, she was waiting on her chair at the café. She noticed the police officer. He visited her frequently. Once or a while she got “vitamins” from him. She had to work harder because she must also give him some of her money. The poor girl tried everything; hiding the money in her bra. The man wasn’t prudish to check there. Another way was hiding it in her pussy but he checked that too. There was no escape from him.
“Hello, Jan”, Svetla unenthusiastically greeted him. She pulled down her pants to show her pussy to him.
“No need for that. I brought you something”, Jan said while showing his heroine.
“Give me some! Give me Candy! Please give me!”, Svetla said.
Silently; Jan carefully prepared his spoon.
“A little more. Just a little more, please. Give me the Candy!” She was begging. She fingered her pussy. Jan saw it and wanted to fuck her. After all, she was his sex toy.
“No, you’ve to work harder if you want more,” was his harsh answer “your begging will not help you.” He injected the substance.
Svetla got accustomed to her “vitamins” which she calls “Candy” now. Fucking while being in trace made it easier to accept her job. When she first started to use drugs, she was unaware of her surroundings. But that period is over. Willingly, she fingered her pussy and ass hole. When she slowly licked her shitty finger, Jan was turned on.
“Fuck me, Jan! Fuck all my holes!” she demanded. Jan enjoyed it. His stick got shitty. The smell was very much noticeable. When he was through, she sat on her knees and the cop presented his dick to her. He grabbed her head, used it to deep throat his dick. He trained her well; she only breathed or exhaled when he pulled out his dick. She learned to accept she has to wait until he pulled it out. When he climaxed in her throat; he closed her mouth with his hands and bends her head backwards. This makes sure she didn’t spit his load. It was a reflex which she couldn’t get rid off.
“You’re a good slut”, Jan appraisingly said. He smiled.
“Lick the condom until it’s clean.”
“That’s it.”
“Good girl! Good girl!”
“You swallow?” the corrupt policeman asked with a devilish smile. Svetla ruminated about the previous encounter when he asked that.
The girl looked at him and wondered what she’s supposed to swallow.
“Hurry up! I don’t have all day, you know!”, he said while he prepared his hands to close her mouth forcefully.
Svetla was surprised. She was scared. She didn’t want him to close her mouth violently. Shockingly, she swallowed the condom. She didn’t have much time to think, the policemen had other ideas.
“Let’s do something else! Move it! Follow me to my car!”, Jan said while grabbing her hair hard. Svetla has no other choice than following him. He had often impulses which he acted on.
In the car, the conversation continued.
“Where are we going? What I’m doing wrong? I thought you liked me”, the girl demanded.
“Look, I’ll get to the point. Lately, you haven’t earned much money. You look pale and your breasts don’t look as good as they’re used too. I know this guy who will help you out. It’ll make sure you earn more money easy” Jan explained. It was true her earnings were declining. Svetla was scared of him. He could send her out of the country. But she needs money. Thinking about it, she realized bigger boobs could increase the amount of money she earns.
They stopped in front of an old house. It hasn’t been renovated in years. They rang the doorbell. A man opened to door. He looked fat, in his forties and was smoking a cigarette. He had a sweaty odour. The man appeared to wear something which looked like a doctor’s coat.
“Hi, Victor. This is Svetla.”
“Let me guess, another boob job?”, the doctor interrupted him.
“Come on in” He let them in his house and led them to his cellar.
“Don’t look at the mess. I’ve got thrown out the hospital because of malpractice. I had no other choice than working illegally in my own house. Some instruments I stole from a hospital or bought on a flee market” Victor explained to Svetla. She was scared; she didn’t trust him.
“She needs a boob job. Her tits are sagging. You need to fix it. I thought about a D cup”,The cop explained.
Victor removed Svetla’s sweater and T-shirt. Slowly, he removed her bra. He touched her breasts and sucked her nipples.
“Hey stop doing that!”, Svetla demanded.
“Shut up!”, The policeman rebuked.
“Her breasts are indeed small and are sagging”, was Victor’s “professional” opinion. He undressed her completely.
“Get on the table, girl. I’ll give you something for the pain. I don’t have any anaesthetic so I’ll give something else”, The doctor explained. Svetla looked at his operating table. He had only a few needles. Pure alcohol was probably used to disinfect everything. The doctor didn’t have the professional equipment to disinfect everything properly. She noticed other things, she didn’t recognise. The surgeon prepared one of his needles with heroine which Jan provided. It contained much more Candy than normal. The doctor didn’t wait for Svetla to say something, he injected the drug.
Still smoking a cigarette, he started to make an incision. Victor looked at her exposed flesh breasts and thought she really didn’t have much boobs to show. He inserted her new D cup silicon tits. He made sure her new breasts aren’t sagging. The doctor had some problems to stretch her skin. This kind of breasts isn’t suitable for a girl with small breasts. Victor did his best to stretch it. He closed her. And he looked at his work. The doctor worked swiftly as possible. The whole operation took at least a half hour. During the operation, the surgeon smoked many cigarettes.
“The hooker looks better now”, he said while smoking a new cigarette.
“How long, will it take for her to regain conscience? She needs get back to her work”, Jan asked.
“Not very long. I developed a special way to speed up the process”, Victor answered. He slapped her face and fucked her pussy with his bloody gloves. He pinched and twisted her nipples. After slapping her face several times; she started to awake.
“Wake up, girl!”, The surgeon shouted. It took a while for Svetla realizing what happened. She felt a pain in her breasts. The skin, it was stretched, it was painful. Her new silicon breasts felt cold and hard. Something which Svetla has to cope with for the rest of her life. She felt the stitches. There was some blood coming through it. She was shocked because of her enlarged breasts. They looked much bigger than she imagined.
“They’re huge!”, Svetla said.
The cop was impatient. “Shut up! Let’s go”, he said while giving her clothes.
In the car, Svetla was still dizzy. Suddenly, she got scared. She thought about Sergei. How is she going to explain her enlarged breasts? She shivered.
Back at the café, she wanted to escape her hell hole. But she has no place to hide. Both Jan en Sergei would be looking her. Also, she was scared the police might find her. She decided not to hide. Sergei might be compassionate. She was still scared. What will happen? Will he be compassionate? She doubted. But the alternative didn’t look good. Uncertainly, she worked further.
She knew Sergei was coming. During the day, she tried not to think about him. But now, the confrontation is imminent. The café wasn’t busy but the music was loud. It will be closed soon. In the dark corner, Sergei appeared. The poor girl shivered. The gangster looked angrily surprised.
“You whore! What’ve you done now? I take care of you and now you have bigger tits! Without my help!”, the angry gangster said.
“Please,” she begged him “I paid it myself. No one else is involved”, she lied.
“You think I’m stupid, aren’t you? Do you really think I’m buying that? Harlot!” his voice was so loud; Svetla didn’t hear the noises of the café. Sergei was so upset; he dragged her into the bar. He slapped her big tits. He used them as punch bags. Her breasts went up and down. He squeezed them hard. Her stitches were getting loose. Blood was coming through. He saw the drunken clients obviously felt entertained.
“You see this girl! It’s a slut! You can fuck her; slap her tits! Do with her whatever you want! I don’t care! I tried to help the bitch but I’m not good enough for her!”, Sergei angrily said while putting her on the table. He didn’t wait for an answer, he fucked her.
“Stupid whore!”, he said.
“Stop. I’m begging you, please stop! What I did,” she tried to say while sobbing, “was wrong. Please don’t punish me!” The people didn’t care. She was shocked the people weren’t helping her, instead she saw genitals.
“This will make the bitch shut up”, one of the men said while putting his dick in her mouth. Svetla tried to gasp. He was deep throating her. One of the other men took her arms. She was powerless. There were at least five men. She couldn’t resist them. She was utterly helpless.
She had to swallow his load. “Please stop!”, she cried. It was useless, another guy was ready to deepthroat her. While she was crying, Sergei aggressively came in her ass hole. Other men didn’t care about the shitty odour. The cum leaked out. They fucked her anyway. The poor girl was frightened. Her mind blocked and Svetla thought about her long journey and how she got in this mess. She cried even harder. She didn’t want this to happen.
“Why can’t I have a normal life?”, she thought. “Why is this happening to me? What will happen next? What did I do wrong?”
When the guests were finished, they threw her in the gutter. She was naked. She smelled shit, cum, blood and beer. She didn’t have the strength to resist; neither physically nor verbally. Her body has reached the limit. It was exhausted because of the gang rape.
“There you belong, putain!”, one of the clients said after spitting on her. Others followed his example. They all laughed and said unpleasant remarks. At the end, she was left behind and everybody went cheerfully home. How is she going to survive now? She lay naked, no one could help her.