Gift from the Fate

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"No, no, and no! Absurd! I'll never wear... that!" Gabriela's face, which had turned red, threatened to turn violet. "Am I some kind of slut!? A train station prostitute?"

Boyan raised his hands placatingly:

"I assure you, Comrade Dimitrova, that this is quality that no train station prostitute could afford!"

But in his mind, he added, "If you knew how much I had to pay for it!" However, it was worth every penny! Gabriela's expression was priceless. And quite astonishing, after everything he'd done to her, there were still barriers to break. Ways to bend her. He felt his cock hardening at the prospect of imposing his will on the woman who had nearly destroyed him once.

"You actually haven't heard everything."

Boyan explained to her. Gabriela's face, which had started turning violet, paled. No, he must be joking. Or maybe she was still asleep, and this was part of some idiotic dream. Any moment now she'd wake up and... No, she wasn't waking up. Boyan was completely serious.

When she woke up in the morning, Gabriela carefully felt her anus. It was bruised and hurt when she pressed it. A wave of panic washed over her, due to all the half-truths she'd heard about anal sex--that now her ass ring would stay open and she'd lose control during bowel movements, that the gynecologist would immediately notice during an exam.

All sorts of absurd folk nonsense swirled in her head, making her convince herself that her anus was indeed slightly open. Then she recalled how she sat on the toilet and Boyan's semen flowed out of her ass in spurts, injected deep into her intestines by his dick. And then he, with his typical smile, handed her the lingerie and announced that from today, she'd dress like that!

Black stockings, garters, and a corset, like the whores she'd glimpsed in the dirty newspapers that flooded the market after 1989. And no panties. His smile turned wolfish again as he explained that under her skirt, she'd always be bare. And no bras. Her breasts had to be free.

Gabriela reacted furiously. The shame of such a prospect was unbearable. Boyan delicately reminded her:

"Comrade Dimitrova, after so much intimacy, surely we don't need to go through the explanations again about why you'll do it? And besides, what's... or isn't under your skirt will be known only to us two. Isn't that so intimate and naughty?"

There was no need to remind her of anything. During the night, she had fruitlessly searched his things and found nothing. She didn't even suspect that Boyan had rented a post office box and sent the damned floppy disk to himself. And now he was adding this! How had he put it?

"Comrade Dimitrova, yesterday I couldn't help but notice that you're... how shall I say, old-fashioned in your intimate grooming. I'm not against something simple, but my mouth filled with hairs! It's not pleasant, and I intend for us to indulge in this pleasure in the future as well."

First, Gabriela's eyebrows shot up in astonishment, and then she paled. He was explaining to her that she needed to shave between her legs and around her anus. This, on top of the whorish lingerie, as she kept calling it, turned her into... what? A slut? A whore? A prostitute? Then she heard him continue.

"Don't be afraid. I'll be very careful not to cut you! I have experience with shaving. in the army, we scraped ourselves every morning!" He took her by the arm and pushed her toward the bathroom. "You'll become smooth as... I promise, you'll like it."

He made her sit on the edge of the bathtub. She clenched her thighs, and tears welled up in her eyes from shame when he gently but insistently made her spread them. Gabriela lifted her head upward, unable to watch what the young man was about to do to her. With a gleaming gaze, Boyan prepared his shaving tools.

the woman didn't have that much pubic hair to begin with, but he deliberately overacted because he saw how it made her sunk in shame. He took the brush, wet it, and squeezed a generous amount from the "Karo" shaving cream tube. He waited a second to savor the anticipation to the fullest and began vigorously lathering the woman between her legs.

She bit her lips as the fine bristles of the brush tickled her. After lathering her for what felt like an eternity and making her feel the familiar contraction of arousal in her groin, he croaked hoarsely:

"Come on, let's spread the legs a bit wider."

Boyan took the razor and slowly slid it. Before his eyes, Gabriela's skin prickled. On the second pass, very close to her labia, she hissed through her teeth. She was gripping the edge of the bathtub tightly. Boyan deftly moved to the other side, removing all the sparse hairs in his path. He left only a coquettish triangle on her pubis.

He poured warm water and rinsed off the remaining foam, admiring the sight. The woman couldn't hide her arousal, no matter how much she bit her lips. And when she felt the lads tongue between her legs, she couldn't hold back and cried out. But Boyan pulled away, leaving her trembling and deceived.

"Turn around, please." He helped her turn and made her bend forward. "Grab your ass with your hands, like this. Now spread it nice and wide."

Gabriela felt the familiar brush lathering between the voluptuous cheeks of her ass. She leaned forward and propped herself on the edge of the tub with her breasts. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation. It was pleasant and soothing. Damn it, why did the bastard make all these disgusting things feel pleasurable?!

After lathering her abundantly, Boyan with care and as if with love shaved the few hairs around her anal opening, then rinsed her. Gabriela expected him to let her dry herself. Instead, she felt something on her pucker. It was light, as if stroked with a feather. First, it tickled her, and she nearly giggled, but then the pressure became a bit stronger.

Something hot blew on her from behind. It couldn't... it couldn't be... his breath?! No! He couldn't be doing what she thought he was doing! But, of course, he could! This intruder recognized no boundaries... what was tickling her on the bruised from the midnight adventures anus could only be his tongue!

A red-hot wave of shame spread through Gabriela's body. Being deflowered anally was shameful, but being licked on... the ass, that's dirty and disgusting. And pleasant. She couldn't deny that the agile tongue circling her still swollen anal ring brought pleasure and eased the still slight pain from yesterday.

Gabriela's breathing quickened, and the muscle holding her behind opening closed began to relax. Boyan's tongue circled it tirelessly, and the tickle turned into a blissful caress. The young man sensed it and positioned the tip of his tongue in the center of the slightly opened anus, pressing inward.

"Ah-ohh! Mhm..." The woman couldn't suppress her moan. "Ah, no... you shouldn't... what are you doing?!"

Instead of an answer, Boyan's tongue eagerly dug as deep as possible into her rectum. Its tip curled and began licking the anal ring from inside. The muscle gratefully surrendered and opened for more. Unconsciously, Gabriela pushed her ass back, trying to get more of the tongue inside her.

Her slobbering vagina stuck to his chin and bathed his face in her juices. Boyan's unshaven face scratched the tender flesh, and Gabriela howled in pain, but not only did she not pull her pussy away from the scraping beard, she pressed even harder. The tongue thrust deep into her ass writhed like an angry snake.

Boyan abruptly stood up, pulled the belt of his pants, and the leather strap accidentally snapped across the plump buttocks of the bent-over woman. She cried out startled and jumped, but remained bent. Boyan had intended to just shove it in her ass, but now something else occurred to him.

He pulled the belt from the loops, let his pants slide down to his feet, and folded the strap in half. His hand trembled slightly as he raised it, and his cock poked over the elastic of his boxers. The leather belt cracked like a pistol shot across Gabriela's bare ass.

"Ah-ahh!" It didn't hurt her so much as startle her. "Uhh. Ugh."

The strikes alternated between one cheek and the other. At first, Boyan held back his hand, but on the next strike, he let go, and a thick red line, as wide as his belt, remained on the white skin of her thick ass.

"Ah-ow!" This time it hurt. "Ah-owww! Don't... oh-ohh. Gently... please..."

The woman whimpered and writhed, but the moisture between her legs became even more abundant. Between her swollen-with-perverse-arousal labia, a long, oily drop stretched. It swayed, and on the next strike of the belt on her bare ass, it broke off and splashed noisily on the tiles.

Gabriela's large ass was practically burning. Before his eyes, it had turned scarlet, and heat radiated palpably from it. Unable to hold back any longer, Boyan positioned his cock at the well-lubricated and relaxed opening of her ass and pushed forward.

Gabriela's eyebrows furrowed, and her mouth formed a silent "O" as the foreign, stiff body violated her anus. Though it was well-prepared, her sphincter muscle had to stretch significantly to let the young cock through.

"Ow-oo-o. Ngh-h-h." The woman clenched her eyes. "G-gently! Gently!"

Despite the pain from her stretched anal ring, pleasant shivers crawled through Gabriela's body as the seemingly endless shaft of the cock invaded her ass. The pain intertwined with a sensation of tension and fullness that made her stomach contract. Compared to normal arousal, this was on the edge of the insufferable.

Almost there, and yet just a tiny bit further. The hard manhood passed through her rectum and hit an invisible wall. Now the pain shifted from the forcibly stretched anus deeper inside. The cockhead found a path and penetrated her further. The pain subsided into a distant tension, leaving only the feeling of fullness in her intestines.

Boyan's pubis pressed against her thick ass. He had forced himself to the end, and Gabriela felt him all the way in her belly. A perverse thought made her press her palm hard against her stomach, and indeed, deep inside, she felt the foreign body thrust into her. Horrified and fascinated at the same time, she slowly rubbed it and moaned from the pleasure sliding through her body.

Boyan grinned like a tomcat with cream smeared ass. He had achieved the impossible! Fucking in the ass the woman who had nearly destroyed him and whom he had dreamed of every night since then. His cock was entirely in the hot and tender embrace of her insides when he felt something pressing it.

He looked and saw Gabriela massaging her belly, feeling his dick deep inside herself. His arousal skyrocketed. Her anus, already stretched to the breaking point, was forced to expand a bit more beyond the impossible, and Boyan's cock reached unprecedented sizes. Along with the monstrous tension in her ass, Gabriela literally felt the growing penis inside her.

Her legs trembled, and from her vagina, after an almost painful contraction, excited fluid squirted. The boy gripped her still-burning-from-the-belt ass and with a roar began to release deep in Gabriela's intestines. The two shuddered in a shared orgasm, a combination of humiliation, pain, violence, a sense of possession, and heavy physical pleasure.

Boyan always came copiously, and now he unloaded enviable amounts deep in the woman's ass. Gradually, their convulsions subsided, and the softening cock slickly slipped out of Gabriela's abused anus. From the expanded beyond recognition hole followed the contents of her overfilled ass. She panicked and tried to clench it, but two or three thick drops splashed at her feet.

The tsunami of shame rose, and Gabriela quickly pressed her palm from behind, desperately trying not to let out more of what her young assailant had filled her with. Was he really an assailant? Then why did it feel so good to her? A chaos of contradictions clashed in her head.

"Get out." Gabriela couldn't lift her eyes. "P-please, leave me t-to sort myself out."

Her voice was quiet and pleading. Boyan kissed her tenderly on the nape and allowed her this tiny victory. Still, he reminded her:

"I'm leaving the new lingerie for you. I expect you to wear only that under your clothes."

No matter how much she strained, Gabriela seemed unable to expel all the semen from her ass. She was horrified imagining how, at political party headquarters, white seed would slide down her thighs and start dripping while she talked to one of the important leaders. She shook her head. There was nothing she could do. She reached into the cabinet above the sink and pulled out a box of tampons, unwrapped one, and pushed it into her anus. It entered easily through the softened muscle, and for safety, she pushed it even deeper with her finger until only part of the string hung from her ass.

Then she examined the lingerie left for her a second time. Yes, it was really stylish. She might associate it with whorish, but she couldn't deny it wasn't cheap. She fastened the lacy garter belt around her waist, then took one black stocking and, sitting down, slipped her foot into it.

She frowned from the sting on her still burning from the belt ass, but the tender fabric enveloped her leg, and Gabriela felt a throat tightening thrill. She was dressing like one of those she had despised her whole life.

But was her contempt not jealousy? Girls without inhibitions satisfying their sexual needs, while Gabriela Dimitrova had bridled her femininity her whole life in the name of ambition. She snapped the garter clip and secured the stocking.

The long-suppressed sexual desires threatened to sweep her away. It was simultaneously terrifying and enchanting, like a kid facing an adventure. She put on the second stocking, then cinched herself with the corset. Like any woman, she couldn't resist vanity and looked at herself, turning slowly and glancing over her shoulder. Her large ass bore the fading marks of the belt, but she couldn't deny she looked tempting.

"Comrade Dimitrova, we're late!" Boyan's voice snapped her out of her trance. "We have no time at all. Come out."

Gabriela obeyed and blushed, showing herself like that. Boyan whistled with genuine admiration:

"Whoa! You were beautiful before, but now you're ready for the cover of any magazine you want!"

"Thank you."

The word came out of her mouth on its own. Really? Was she really thanking this little punk for the compliment? But he was right about one thing. They were horribly late, and with the approaching election date, there was a ton of work.

It felt so unusual to be without panties and a bra, her armor all that years. She chose a strict jacket that concealed the fact that her large breasts were free under the shirt. She regretted the tight skirt, which pressed and chafed her marked ass.

At headquarters, Boyan transformed again into the efficient and ready to execute any order assistant. He even took the blame for the lateness upon himself, and Gabriela settled into her office. Of course, she was careful how she sat, wincing in pain and shifting.

Moreover, the whole time it seemed to her that her ass was about to open and the tampon would fall out. Thank God nothing like that happened.

At lunch, Mr. Vasilev summoned her. Panic seized her when he mentioned he had spoken with her assistant. But the fear quickly dissipated. The party needed a new image. See, the old dogs had pushed forward the figurehead Jean Videnov. A mama's boy, meant to charm the red electorate.

But female presence was missing. Not some stern, stocky auntie who scares like an old teacher. Young and beautiful. Mr. Vasilev raised his eyebrows. To show those parvenu political party of Blues that the socialists have no less charming comrades. Ha-ha, I mean, ladies.

Oh, if only Mr. Vasilev knew what was under this lady's stylish suit! But he didn't. After talking with Boyan, he had thought over the matter. Gabriela had proven her loyalty by removing an inconvenient rival. She was smart.

He didn't say it, but if she proved too smart, that would be inconvenient. She had the presence of a beautiful woman. In the coming days, he would meet with comrades Lukanov, Lilov, and Mladenov and propose his idea to them. They, in turn, could present it to those above them.

And then Gabriela, besides the promised deputy seat, could get much more. Why not a deputy minister's chair? Yes, yes. And of course, he praised her choice of such an assistant--capable, energetic, efficient! Bravo!

Throughout the conversation, Gabriela desperately clenched her glute muscles, lest the semen-soaked tampon in her ass fall out.