Gift from the Fate

All characters are 18 or older.

Boyan cursed under his breath for the umpteenth time and continued looking around, but no one came to collect the folder. Busy officials passed by him, and the doorman indifferently repeated his only response, "You'll have to wait another five minutes." He had nothing left but to wait, pace, and daydream about what he would be doing right now with Gabriela in her office.

The danger of someone catching them added a spicy thrill for both, and the lad happily recalled how a few days ago, while he fussed about organizing documents and she lectured the junior staff, he secretly reached under her skirt and his fingers groped her bare groin. He sighed and looked at his watch. He'd been hanging around here for almost two hours. Just as he was about to ask the bored doorman again, some guy approached him, introduced himself, and casually took the folder, as if it contained nothing important.

Boyan was unpleasantly surprised not to find Gabriela at headquarters. While waiting, he'd come up with wild scenarios. No one knew where she was. Vasilev was gone too, so no one bothered.

Finally, he spotted that pretentious creature, in whose place he'd gone to deliver the documents. Vasilev's assistant strutted around with his typical affected gait, and Boyan waited for him to enter his boss's office and followed him.

"Tonia, have you seen my Gorgon? She's disappeared somehow. Is it safe for me to bail too?"

"She'll show up, don't worry, but not today. Maybe not tomorrow either." He smirked and looked even more like a reptile. "They sent her to a re-education camp. She was getting a bit too mouthy."

Boyan frowned.

"What camp, man? There's so much work..."

"That kind." He emphasized, interrupting him. "The kind that's not your rank to know about. Sit and wait. They'll return her like a meek lamb. If they return her at all, that is..."

And he buried his nose in some documents, signaling the conversation was over.

Boyan sat at Gabriela's desk, paced for a while, and thought. He'd assumed they might decide to remove her from the political scene. Intrigues in the communist party were daily. But something in the tone of that pretentious slime made shivers run down his spine.

Common sense suggested keeping quiet, and if things got hairy, grab the decent sum he had access to and bail out. And why not? He'd gotten from Fate more than he'd ever hoped for. He fucked his teenage dream whenever and wherever he wanted, turned her into his sex toy.

What toy?! Practically addicted to him slave! He had more money in his pocket than he'd ever dreamed. But something gnawed at his gut. "My Gabriela," the thought formed in his head, but it was more than "my kitty," for example. And the young man knew it.

His gaze wandered and accidentally spotted something in the trash bin under the desk. He bent down and pulled it out. Stared at it fixedly for an eternity and made a decision.

What he was about to do was madness, complete insanity. He felt unearthly calm, as if observing himself from the side. Waited for Vasilev's assistant to leave, as usual early-early, locked the office, and slipped out after him. It wasn't hard to follow him unnoticed through the bustling Sofia streets. His feminine gait made him easily noticeable, and he wasn't hiding at all.

They went down Botev boulevard, then turned onto Zhdanov street. The followed object entered an old cooperative, and Boyan followed him. The doors were tall and massive, last remnants of the grandiose era, gone forever. Toni was just opening one on the second floor when he sensed presence behind him. He turned, but Boyan shoved him hard into the apartment, followed, and closed the door behind him. It slammed with a dull thud.

"Wh-what are you doing here?!" Toni's eyes widened. "Are you mad, have you lost your mind?!"

The first punch split his mouth and sent him flying to the floor. He crashed on the parquet, and a kick hit his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him. Boyan grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the bedroom. There, everything was decorated in pink. A lady's vanity stood by one of the walls and on the bed's headboards, pink handcuffs with fluff. Boyan wasn't surprised at all by the women's lingerie scattered around the room.

"Now..." Boyan clenched his fists, and his knuckles cracked. "...you'll tell me everything."

In the end, he told him everything, whimpering and spraying colored red spittle from his split mouth. He told him about the villa, what happened there, what was stored there, who could go and who couldn't. Good thing the room was soundproofed on Vasilev's orders, and the neighbors didn't hear how the interrogation went. And even if they had, they didn't show it. Screams often came from this apartment, whether of pain or something else, who knows?

Boyan handcuffed the bloodied and crying Toni to the bed with the pink cuffs.

"Someone will remember you eventually. If not, it won't be a big loss."

He locked the apartment and strode toward NDK, one of the gathering spots for party goers in Sofia. While listening to Toni's confessions, he began forming a plan in his head. Insane and suicidal. Very likely they'd laugh at him, or why not kill him?

He clenched the positive pregnancy test found in Gabriela's office trash for courage.

He hadn't wasted his time as Gabriela's assistant. He enjoyed systematizing and analyzing information about the communist party. Small details lined up like a puzzle, revealing the picture of "before 1989" and now.

The party's fall from power was a complete delusion. Everything turned out to be a carefully staged theater. The Frankenstein party UDF, the DS-programmed DPS, and the mafia. In fact, the latter was perhaps the most important tool for transitioning from ideological to financial power.

The people were tired of the old slogans, so now they offered new ones. Shiny storefronts, luxury goods, and people in expensive suits, Ray-Ban glasses, driving fantastic cars. The new aristocracy that was to be formed from the programmed mafia in a few years. As in the old system, they'd make the five-year plan in three years now too.

But something had gone wrong. Whether Moscow hadn't assessed the situation, whether conductor Lukanov hadn't polished things, or perhaps an exceptional personality had appeared that occasionally disrupted otherwise predictable social processes?

The mafia emancipated itself and sprang out of control. The designated obedient leader turned out to be an intelligent and decisive man. Soon he no longer needed the party's guardianship. The BSP tried to hold it by throwing him bigger and bigger pieces of the pie.

The first mafia organisation, VIS, devoured them like a new Gargantua and grew. The party made a new mafia structure, SIC, to keep the first in submission. It all started repeating the same action, expecting a different result.

For now, the war between the mother party and its offspring was waged by proxy, but for Boyan, there was no doubt the clash was inevitable. From the information he gathered, he concluded this was clear to the increasingly powerful leader too. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Come on, in bocca al lupo!" the lad told himself, approaching the mystically powerful disco club "Neron."

He introduced himself at the entrance to a guy as tall as broad in the chest. He had to repeat several times, and the guy repeated to himself, moving his lips. He left Boyan waiting for the second time today. The young man several times gathered all his will not to turn and run. Finally, they invited him in. He felt smaller than a mouse among the men with wall-like expressions and pistols worn quite openly. They frisked him unceremoniously and led him into a parvenu-furnished office.

"You have two minutes."

The man across from him was relatively short but exuded primal power. Boyan swallowed dryly, standing straight like a student, and began. He fired off his rehearsed speech like a machine gun. God, how ridiculous it sounded!

He described the villa in Bankya in the greatest detail, and the man opposite listened without a single muscle twitching on his face. He let him speak for five minutes. When Boyan, all red, reached his plea, the corners of the man's mouth twitched slightly upward. His instincts told him that behind the boy's hopeless romance, there was no deceit. And the proposal was good! He'd heard of such a villa but no one knew where it was or what was inside.

"Call Maimuniaka*! Listen kid! If you're screwing with me, I'll cut your balls! If you're honest, you'll get your woman... what was she, deputy candidate? Whatever!" The door opened, and he waved to the entering man to sit. "Go with three cars and ten "fiddlers" to Bankya tonight. This one will lead you. If anything stinks, twist him on the spot. If it's not a trap, we'll draw a little blood from the Fat One! The woman this one points out - leave her and let them go. The others there are expendable!"

* A real former mobster from the 90s, known for his sense of honor.

The man called Maimuniaka nodded calmly.

The three cars arrived in Bankya at dusk. Two of them, full of armed men, waited far away. The one with Boyan and Maimuniaka passed nonchalantly by the villa. The man surveyed it. Either the kid had sent them on a wild goose chase, or the damn communists were so arrogant as to not post guards.

The kid couldn't sit still, but Maimuniaka waited until it got properly dark. The cars parked a few hundred meters from the street, and the men from them infiltrated the yard of the seemingly abandoned villa.

Several hours earlier.

Gabriela was being fucked like a cheap prostitute in a hourly hotel. The man called Anatoli shoved his cock into her to the root, and when he reached her uterus, he yanked her clit harshly, as if to tear it off. The two men on the sides held her legs by the ankles and spread them wide, forcing her to offer herself vulgarly.

One of her stockings had bunched up to her knee. Her body glistened with sweat when they mercilessly pinched her breast nipples, in sync with the torment of her clit. Gabriela thrashed in delirium, throwing herself into the embrace of narcotic lust to escape the horror of her conscience.

An aroused male cock swayed in front of her face, and without thinking, she put it in her mouth.She wrapped her lips around the shaft, just below the rim of the head, sucked it, and with her tongue began circling around it. The thrusts of the man raping her became sharper. Aroused by the sight, he started fucking her more ravenously, abandoning the slow rhythm at the start.

Gabriela gripped the cock in her hand tightly, pulled it out of her mouth, and screamed. The fingers on her highly raised legs curled, and she trembled in her base pleasure. Drenski zoomed the camera in to capture her distorted face in close-up, smirking as he imagined what the national television would say about the Gentle Face of the Party if they had this video.

The man whose cock had been in her mouth couldn't hold back at the sight and, with a rhino's roar in mating season, began spurting thick white ropes. The first two landed in Gabriela's open mouth, and she choked and coughed. the second and third splattered on her face, turning it into a slimy mask. The rest flew onto her large breasts, marking them with greasy streams of cum. Drenski quickly pulled back to capture Gabriela's dishonor in full frame, and to avoid getting splashed himself.

"Excellent, simply excellent! Five-minute break for our leading lady." He turned to Granitska. "Will you fix her makeup and powder her nose?"

His lips curled slightly in concealed contempt. The slender woman replied with a serpentine gaze and lips pressed into a thin line. The men had pulled away from Gabriela, and she lay twitching from her orgasm. Granitska took a damp cloth and wiped her, fastidiously avoiding touching the male bodily fluids.

Then she fixed the other woman's makeup, who slowly managed to normalize her breathing. As it ended, instead of falling into a relaxed state as usual, she seemed to crave more, under the influence of Colonel Shtros's narcotic cocktail. The moral barriers collapsed in her head, reducing her to the level of a primal female, willingly giving herself to the dominant males.

"Tolya, lie on your back. You haven't cum yet, right?" Drenski directed the "actors." "I want the lady to sit and impale herself on your dick. Give her a chance to shake it up! Mrs. Dimitrova, if you please."

Gabriela, as if in a dream, straddled the man lying on the large bed.

"No, no! With your back to him, dear."

Gabriela obediently turned. The man beneath her held his aroused cock and aimed it at her sopping vagina. She lowered herself onto him and impaled herself to the hilt. As she sat, dimples of cellulite appeared here and there on her thick ass, and her thighs spilled over the edge of the stockings, offering a feast for male eyes.

Gabriela had tried the cowgirl position with Boyan, though facing him. Now she discovered it gave her even greater pleasure this way. Not only did the cock penetrate her as deeply as possible, but the angle pressed her inside in a completely different way. She closed her eyes, braced her palms on her thighs, and began moving in a slow rhythm.

She purred softly each time the rigid cock mashed that magical rough spot above her entrance. Anatoli slapped her bare ass, and it jiggled from the impact. Seeing no one stopped him, he began systematically spanking her large buttocks. Gabriela arched at each stroke. The pain wasn't too intense and amplified the pleasure instead of making her suffer.

When her ass reddened nicely, the man grabbed her hair and yanked her back, forcing her to arch her neck and impale herself on his dick so that it felt like the head entered right between her ovaries. Enthralled, Drenski filmed the body arched simultaneously in agony and ecstasy.

"Guys, help her lift her fat ass up. More, until the dick comes out of her pussy!"

He zoomed the camera to capture her gaping vagina in close-up.

"That's it. Now aim it at her back entrance. Hold her so she doesn't impale yet."

Two held her under the armpits, dangling between them. The swollen to bursting head of Anatoli's cock pressed against the brown opening of her ass but didn't penetrate. Gabriela's anus was relaxed from the bathroom preparation, and its ring stood slightly swollen and softened.

"Lower her... s-l-o-w-l-y... stop!"

The throbbing to bursting head of Anatoli's cock had opened the woman's anus and was halfway in. Gabriela half-closed her eyes from the pleasant stretching of her muscle. It held her open and teased her, but they wouldn't let her down. Drenski wanted to capture well how the swollen anus of the woman enveloped the cock head in a loving embrace.

"That's it. Mow slowly lower her all the way."

The hard cock penetrated and slid inward in one smooth, slick motion. Its shaft rubbed against her dilated anal ring along its entire path up her intestine.

"Aa-a-gh, oh-h-h!" Gabriela bit her lips. "N-ngh-h..."

She had impaled herself to the hilt; the rigid body filled her and built a tension in her body that with Boyan always exploded into a powerful orgasm. For the first time, she was on top for anal sex. This made her feel like an even bigger slut.

There, in her ass, she had given herself, but always passively. He possessed her in that shameful place. But now she was impaling herself on a stranger's cock. The itch in her anus made her speed up. She braced her hands behind her and, forgetting those around her, began riding him.

Drenski pulled back to capture her face, then zoomed in to film how the man's dick almost fully exited and then impaled her ass again. Her vagina had opened crimson, and arousal leaked from it. The camera man waved at Pavel. He had snorted a line of coke, and his cock stood proud again.

Eagerly, he climbed onto the bed, positioned between Gabriela's spread thighs, and as she lowered herself once more, placed his cock at her blooming vagina. She startled and opened her eyes, but she couldn't stop now.It first pressed into her opening, but due to the cock in her ass and the awkward angle, it couldn't enter immediately.

Pavel growled impatiently and pushed the woman back. She would have fallen onto Anatoli if he hadn't quickly propped her up. Her feet had lifted off the bed, and now she sat helplessly impaled on the cock in her ass. Pavel slipped his hands under her knee folds and, spreading her legs wide, thrust again. This way, her vagina was opened as wide as possible, and after a brief struggle, it passed the entrance and plunged halfway into her.

Pavel even howled with pleasure. He felt gripped in a vise, yet the hold was tender like velvet. Gabriela's eyes bulged from the strain, and her brain boiled with chaotic emotions. Even the drug's effect wasn't enough to dull the awareness of what was happening. They were gangbanging her. If before they had taken turns like dogs on a bitch in heat, now they were fucking her without even waiting for the previous thug to finish with her.

This made even the pretense of intimacy impossible. Gabriela was reduced to a piece of meat, holes that the men used to relieve their urges. The thought aroused her, aroused her like nothing ever had. "God, it's not the drug! I'm just a lowly whore... what they injected just helped the slut break free."

Gabriela snapped her head forward like an attacking snake. She locked her lips on Pavel's with fervor, kissing him with wide-open mouth, thrusting her tongue and seeking his. She moaned and growled as the man conquered more and more of her tightened vagina. The two cocks pressed inside her, separated only by the thin barrier between her anus and vagina.

The tension in her was monstrous. Every movement of one or the other penis felt multiplied by ten. Gabriela howled, bit Pavel's shoulder, and clawed him with her nails. She didn't even know if she was orgasming or floating through some endless psychedelic agony. Dimly, she felt the pulsing of the rigid cock stuck in her ass, and almost immediately of the one thrusting her vagina. Somewhere far away, there was a voice:

"Let me see the holes good! Spread her legs so I can film how cum leaks from her ass and pussy. That's it, excellent! Next ones, toss her!"

Rough male hands grabbed and tossed her body as they pleased, for their own pleasure, shoving their dirty pig cocks into her without asking or caring if it hurt or if she liked it. Through the haze of her amok, she felt monstrous pressure at her vaginal entrance, as if someone was trying to tear off her labia.

"What are you doing, man?! Don't you see both of you are trying to shove it in her pussy?!"

Drenski's words didn't reach the coked-up thugs.

"Fuck it! At least let me find an angle to film..."

After a few moments, the two cocks managed to force her simultaneously and penetrated her. It was like a two-headed monster slithering into her womb, crawling inward, conquering her centimeter by centimeter. Gabriela screamed and thrashed, unable to slip off the two dicks she was skewered on. She blacked out from the unbearable strain; her scream pierced the stifling air in the room. Her body convulsed. Her legs kicked helplessly, and a moment before losing consciousness, she felt her bladder release, and a strong stream of urine sprayed the writhing bodies. Her last dim memory was the sharp ammonia smell and the heavy panting of the unrelenting thugs fucking her.

"Paratrooper, it turned out extra good!" Drenski grinned like a monkey. "If we lose the elections, we won't go hungry!"

"You'll see! If we've lost the elections... Idiot!" Vasilev thought, but aloud he replied:

"Granitska, revive her and fix her up. Then take her to the basement. We won't need a camera there. Just you and the lieutenant come. Give the rest of the cattle something and let them rest."