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The Legend Of Lady Petrova

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Suddenly all the lights went out in the house and the girls broke out in fits of fake screams and laughter. I didn’t join in for either. Instead, I decided to sneak out for a quick cig, hoping to skip a round of the silly game we were playing.Okay, the whole sexy-scary Halloween truth or dare was originally my idea, but I wasn’t planning on playing it with this bunch. I even wrote most of the provoking questions. The ultimate idea was that it would lead to us hooking up with the guys – that’s the aim of this game, isn’t it?The problem was that the guy I was supposed to be hooking up with didn’t bother showing up. and I wanted to do nothing with any of these boys. They were just that, boys, and… how to put this gently without sounding like a total bitch…? Well, they were uninteresting; lacking any kind of plan, vision or passion, they were sent to this university by their parents just for the sake of getting a degree. I would much rather have hooked up with one of the girls, but unfortunately they weren’t into girls. I’d asked them. The very first week – just as part of normal everyday chit chat, of course.There was only one person on the whole campus, I was really interested in – and not just in a ‘wow, sexy’ kind of way: Lev Dyachenko from senior year. I ran into him last year, when I was still a freshman, whilst hiking in the Bishtrishko Natural Reserve. I spotted him studying random rocks with some interesting looking geological field equipment and I stopped to see what he was doing. As it turned out we were studying at the same university; him geography, me marine biology. Since then we swapped numbers and met on campus a few times.He wasn’t your typical heartthrob; his dark brown, curly hair, when he had it cut short, often with an undercut, intensified his strong, defined jawline, giving him an edgy, almost sinister look. This, combined with his dark eyes and heavy eyebrows all suggested that one didn’t want to get into his bad books, but here was something in him that made me want to get to know him better, a connection I couldn’t quite explain.However, every time we met he was with his sidekick, Andriy; they were like conjoined twins. One could have easily mistaken them for a gay couple, if Andriy hadn’t been a known womaniser. He was the total opposite of Lev, an irresistibly handsome, always smiling face with blonde hair and playful azure eyes.As the girls quieted in the pitch dark living room, one of the guys raised his voice, “Very funny, Milek, you went to the toilet five minutes ago, everyone knows it was you playing with the lights.” A reply came from another dark corner of the room,“What are you talking about, mate? I’m right here.” Another chorus of screams and laughter followed. Maybe more screams than laughter this time. That made me stop in my tracks for a second. I was just about to reach for the door handle, which was barely visible in the darkness.I shrugged my shoulder and stepped out into the night. If there’s a terrible, ferocious monster out there I’m ready to be mauled, I thought. Anything is better than this boring party.It was a cloudy night with only a few stars shining, but my eyes were already adjusted to the dark and I could easily make out the front garden path leading to the street that was just a muddy dirt road. bonus veren siteler Whoever had the idea to build a university in the middle of a forest with just this tiny village nearby was probably on dope. On the flip side, accommodation was dead cheap.I lit my cigarette and inhaled the smoke together with a punch of fresh forest air. I decided to walk down the road and see if all the other streets were dark. They weren’t. I quieted my steps as I returned to the house, from which muffled laughter and faint light seeped out; they must have found some torches or candles. As I walked towards the right side of the house I heard a strange noise, a low squeaky kind of sound.I wasn’t scared, but truth be told I never liked being in the dark alone. When I was little, we had to spend some time at our grandmother’s during the summer holidays. She had heavy wooden shutters completely blocking out any speck of light. I was sharing her large double bed with my two elder brothers, and I often woke in the middle of the night feeling a presence in the room looking over us. My brothers just laughed at me and said it was the ghost of grandpa, who had passed away when I was three. As I got to the corner of the house, I put my good leg forward, ready to flight or fight whatever or whoever was lurking on the other side of the house. Slowly pressing my face to the wall, the scent of half-decade-old timber and rotting leaves filling my nostrils, I peeked cautiously around the corner.Then I saw them: two terrifying, grotesque monsters, the first a werewolf with dark grey hair covering its head, huge blood stained teeth, long claws – fumbling with the lock of the meter cupboard on the wall. The other one, a grey demon/ zombie with pointed ears, terrible, wrinkly skin and a morphed mouth was holding a torch shining light onto the keyhole. Even with the cheap rubber masks covering their whole head I instantly recognised Lev and Andriy.They didn’t spot me, so I needed a quick plan to scare the shit out of them as a payback. I remembered the display cabinet with the replica shot-guns. I sneaked back into the house and took one of them out, and asked Viktor if I could borrow his ‘Scream’ mask.“What the fuck, Leoni?” he stared at the gun.“I found the vermin messing with the electricity. Going to hunt them down,” I replied, talking to him over my shoulder as I headed out through the door. Viktor followed me and wouldn’t hear it when I tried to talk him out of it. The ‘beasts’ had moved to the back of the house by then; I guess their plan was to knock on the window and look into the house with their scary masks lit by the torch. I caught them just when they were about to tap on the window.“Hey, you two, jerks,” I yelled, trying to alter my voice, holding the gun towards them closing up with hurried steps. “Hands behind your backs and kneel on the ground!” I shouted. I prodded them with the gun and they reluctantly obeyed. I wished Viktor hadn’t been around the corner pissing himself laughing. I could have had so much fun with those two. Having two men kneeling in front of me was kinda turning me on. “Take your masks off,” I ordered them, “and all your clothes. You can keep your underwear on.”They bitterly played along and Andriy even seemed to enjoy our bedava bahis little hunting game, as in the faint moonlight I could spot an impressive growing erection in his trousers. The night was finally turning into something much more enjoyable. I marched them into the house and proudly showed off my prey to the others. After I had my fun with them, I let them get dressed.The girls insisted on continuing with the game of truth or dare, and they unfortunately remembered clearly that it was my turn to pull a card from either pile. I chose truth and I had to reveal my favourite sex toy. It was definitely not one of the questions I’d written. I did own a few toys and by far my favourite was a butt plug, courtesy of my ex girlfriend, Kira. My skin still smouldered as I recalled the last time she used it on me almost a year ago.She asked me to go on all fours on her bed and, without letting me see what she was doing, she lubed it up and gently inserted it. It was a beautiful stainless steel one with a heart shaped blue topaz jewel. She took some photos of my ‘irresistible bedazzled bum’ for keepsake and she also left me with aching bite marks on my butt and the memory of a huge orgasm on her fingers with the plug in. I blushed at the memory. I couldn’t possibly admit owning a butt plug. I could have lied of course and say it was a vibrator or something dull, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie. Surely that would have defeated the objective of the game.“I’m afraid I have to pass that one,” I said. It met with a chorus of boos.“That is surely cheating,” Andriy taunted, clearly disappointed, and Lev was nodding in agreement. The girls told them that according to the rules everyone could pass once.“I don’t agree with that rule at all,” Lev raised his voice. He spoke little and seldom but when he did he had a certain authority in his voice that held everybody’s undivided attention on him. He could have made a great professor one day, but when I mentioned this to him once, he said he preferred to work out on the field with rocks and not ignorant teenagers. “If you pass that one, you have to accept a challenge from me and join us tomorrow for a spooky cave expedition,” he said, looking at me sternly. I raised an eyebrow as a question mark so he continued. “I’ve read up on the history and geology of the local area and came across a very interesting story. Deep in the Derevach mountain, there is a cave that served as a hideaway for a woman who ran away from her abusive husband in the early eighteenth century. Her name was Lady Petrova. The lord was very wealthy, and owned land near and far. Unfortunately, his heavy discipline sent his wife running for the woods while she was pregnant with their first child. She is said to have lived in the cave for almost two years before her husband found her and set fire to the cave, killing her. According to the local legend she has hidden her jewellery in the cave but it has never been found. Their child, a little boy, disappeared without a trace too. The cave is said to be haunted but I’m going there tomorrow to collect some rocks.”“I’m in,” I said instantly. It was a gripping tale and I would have done anything not to reveal that I liked girls shoving things up my butt. The game went on and apart from deneme bonus a few exciting bits, like seeing Zoya’s tits in a wet t-shirt (yes, one of my dares) and hearing about Lev’s sexual dream at a summer camp with a girl, that turned out to be not a dream at all, it was beginning to be a drag. We were slowly running out of alcohol and newly formed couples started disappearing into the bedrooms. This gave me an excuse to head outside and light my next cigarette. Lev and Andriy, both smokers themselves, took the opportunity to join me.“I still want to know what that toy is,” Andriy teased as he blew a heavy cloud of smoke into the freezing night air. “If you are so desperate to keep it a secret, it must be uber kinky.” I just smiled and didn’t say a word, but Andriy wouldn’t shut up about it. “What do you think it is?” he continued, turning to Lev.Lev pulled his thick puffy coat tighter on his chest. “I don’t think it’s kinky at all. I bet it’s a plain pink silicone vibrator,” he smirked as he gave me a provocative stare; that look was so unlike him that a deep-seated craving begun to grow in the pit of my stomach. I wanted his attention, I wanted to see a million different expressions on his face.“I hate pink,” I spat. Did he just call me plain and girly? Outrageous. The two of them continued having fun guessing between each other as if I wasn’t even there. By the time we went back into the house the living room was empty. There were a few people in the kitchen, but most disappeared into the girls’ bedrooms.“Oh, I have a plan,” Andriy called out heading towards my room. He’d barely entered my domain when he started pulling drawers out. I should have totally freaked out, but I didn’t; I just stood in the middle of the room and folded my arms. “If you are not telling, I’m just going to find that damn toy.” By then he was in my underwear drawer, going through my knickers. Far from being a cause for concern, this invasion of my privacy was actually turning me on. He held up a black lace thong, one of my favourite date-night pieces. “Next time we play truth or dare, one of the dares will be to see you in these for sure.”Lev voiced his agreement with a low, “Mmmmm”. Finding his voice, he added, “I think we should make her wear it now as a payback for holding us at gunpoint.” His eyes narrowed.“Make me!” I retorted, pouting my lips as warning and invitation. I knew that I stood no chance agains them,  but part of me wanted to be held down and taken advantage of.“I’d be careful what I wish for, if I were you,” he replied, stepping closer as his smirk intensified. He could have easily put his arms around me and immobilise me, but he didn’t. He didn’t have to. He had power over me even without laying a finger on me. Andriy was still turning my drawer upside down and when he was satisfied that there were no toys in there, his eyes moved towards the cabinet. He spotted a picture of me with Kira.It didn’t show our relationship in a blatantly obvious way, or at least I hoped it didn’t, as I had that photo all over my Facebook. She had her arm around me in a casual, friendly way. “My ex-girlfriend,” I said proudly. They both froze for a second then looked at me, jaws on the floor.“Are you…?”“A lesbian?” I chuckled. “No, I’m not a lesbian.”“Wow, Leoni,” Lev growled, his breath on my neck. “Up until now I thought you were quite prudish, and now I’ve found out that not only you have sex toys, which apparently are not pink and girly, but you are also into girls. I wonder what else would I find out about you if I pressed.”

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