A Short Story Of Love And Despair Part 01 free porn video

LOVE

Hank was the biggest pig I'd ever met. He looked good, was a giant of a man, African-American, pitch black and blessed with a voice that made my pussy leak immediately. He had this deep negro timbre, with bright white teeth, and he grinned all the time, which drove me crazy. I was studying in Frankfurt and he was a soldier in the US Army. And after a while, I really fell for him, and he knew it.

Hank had never fucked me, even though I begged him to. No man had ever abstained from sex when I was sending him clear signals. And I liked being fucked. More than liked to be fucked, I liked to be adored and invited and taken out and given presents. To get to the hole, men like to make themselves small and slobbering. I knew how to take advantage of that. Besides, I'm good-looking, some even say rat sharp. I am the blond, tall Nordic type with a wide pelvis and a good front. Nevertheless, my waist is slim and thanks to sports and yoga I don't have a gram too much.

As a pubescent I suffered from my luscious breasts until I noticed how horny they made the men. Besides the holes, it's the tits that men like most: touching, licking, sucking off. As soon as my bra was gone, the men literally buried themselves in my udders. Now and then I had nothing against a titty fuck, and when the cocks started to cum in front of my face, I opened my mouth and swallowed. Men love that and that makes them dependent.

Not that I kept accounts, but I had already been through all the men: the younger and the older ones, as well as the very, very young and the really old ones. The fat ones, the thin ones, the lean ones, the really fat ones, the machos, the intellectuals, the big and small dicks, the good bucks, the complicated talkers and of course those with money. I knew them all. Only one real negro was missing from my fuck portfolio and I was keen on Hank and his cock. He laughed at me when I begged him, and once I complained loudly, blamed him, and we argued, he smacked me in the face.

"Maybe I'll fuck you if you're good enough. Prove it to me."

I was stunned. No man had ever hit me before. But all right, let's play the game, I thought. "What am I gonna do?"

"My friends might take a liking to you. But watch out: they're all blacks, niggas, and they're soldiers who are hungry and ruthless!"

"You mean fuck your friends?"

He grinned again the wide grin and his white teeth bared. "Right! Suck, fuck, swallow, that's what we niggas like!"

So we met with his "friends" in dark bars, where almost only black soldiers frequented. He knew most of them and so he introduced me to dozens of his comrades. As his girlfriend. Then he stuck his tongue down my throat and touched my breasts. Usually one sentence or sign from him was enough to signal to his comrades that they too could have a go. And nobody refused.

I liked being touched by strange men. Mostly I only wore a short tight top and my nipples were hard. It wasn't fine hands that touched me. It was paws. Black paws that kneaded my tits and put their tongues in my mouth at the signal from Hank. Then I looked at Hank triumphantly and let the strangers go. At some point I sucked their cocks then on the toilet or under the table, in summer also outside at the beer benches or at the Mainwiesen. None of the names I still remember, but I still have their smell in my nose.

Blacks smell and taste completely different than whites. Their sweat is sour, their skin tastes a bit rancid and their cocks exude this peculiar mixture of piss and sweat, which tastes much rougher and more animalistic than white people's. At first I was only known among his friends for kissing everyone deeply with my tongue, letting them lick me and suck every cock off until cumshot. At some point I started craving their cocks deep in my holes and I hoped that would make Hank horny. So he made sure that all his "friends" preferred an up-to-date health test, which fortunately is mandatory in the US Army. It basically ran without a rubber. In cunt and ass. With final sperm swallowing and clean licking. In cars, in clubs or in other people's homes.

During the day I studied, on weekends I turned into a negro whore under Hank's hands. He bought me one-piece dresses that could be ripped off me in a hurry. He forced me not to wear underwear, so I was ready for use immediately and without hesitation. And he taught me to get down on all fours and open my wet holes to anyone who wanted to.

I think Hank made a lot of money with me. His friends with health tests could fuck me, the others I served only with my mouth. At some point Hank demanded that I not only lick the cocks but also the asses of the negroes. I was divided. On the one hand I knew how horny it made the men when you stuck your tongue up their asses, on the other hand I didn't like the sour and rancid taste of sweat and ass.

"Then get the fuck out of here," Hank barked at me. "There are dozens of cunts like you and they all lick black asses. So get the fuck out!"

I cried and refused to leave him. So it became my specialty, licking the ass deep for anyone who wanted it. Eventually, I didn't care if they were hairy or shaved, clean or dirty. If I had a stiff black cock beating in my mouth, it was part of the game sucking balls and driving my tongue into the crevice. If a man moaned and relaxed, it was the signal for me to go deeper. Some lifted their legs by themselves so that my mouth and nose found their way to their asshole. Others I had to gently push their legs apart and lift them up to get to where women's tongues usually don't get lost. And I really mastered an ass-licking technique that made men wild.

The secret is that with my hands I pulled the ass cheeks of the negroes so far apart that the tender asshole was stretched to bursting point. On this vulnerable and tensed piece of muscle, I put a deep French kiss and licked myself up to the hole, which I slowly but demandingly went deep into with my tongue. It was then important to find a rhythm in which I sucked the tensed outer skin around the sphincter like a lollipop, while the tip of my tongue kept on going into the intestine. This drove the men crazy. And Hank took pictures of my ass-licking orgies, sent them on to comrades, who of course wanted to meet me. And they paid well for my services.

Then Hank started filming. But at that time a vicious circle of drugs, humiliation and prostitution had already begun, which had blunted me. Hank said that in order not to react to smells and tastes with disgust, I should take drugs that desensitized me sensory. At first we only smoked pot, then we threw pills and finally he introduced me to crack. So I started to love sweaty bodies, not to be disgusted by the taste of piss and to satisfy with mouth and lips the buttocks of men offered to me. On weekends Hank picked me up in his Ford Mustang at the dormitory and until Sunday evening I served his friends as a negro pig.

And I mean really as a pig. Hank had rented an apartment in K-Town, which he only called "the barn", meaning stable, and one room had only straw lying on the tiled floor. That was the dirt room. Hank filmed and I swallowed cum, I swallowed piss, I licked Negro asses. One day one of the soldiers asked me to eat some real Negro shit.

Somehow this guy had a hatred for white people. Especially white women. He was tall, sinewy and brutal. And he loved to make me cry. He liked to spit in my face, turn me wordlessly and ram his hard cock into my intestines without foreplay. He held me down, took me in his headlock and beat me. After he beat me red and blue once, I asked Hank never to let the guy over me again. But Hank was the biggest pig I ever met.

The next weekend I was back in the barn when a dozen friends of Hank's came, and among them was the guy whose name I don't even know. I was naked and sitting in a chair while the crack started to work. All of a sudden this guy came out, screamed at me and yanked me up by my hair. The men laughed. I felt his tremendous physical strength that had grabbed into my hair and pulled me up until my feet no longer touched the ground. I screamed something, but instead of standing off, he smacked me hard in the face left and right. With the flat of his hand. The last thing I saw was Hank standing in front of me with a camera and smiling.

I was hurled to the ground and before I could even bend away I was grabbed by the hair again and dragged into the stable. The crowd roared. Lying on my stomach in the straw, someone sat down on my upper body so that I was defenseless and fixed. I felt hands on my backside, slowly opening it and exposing my two holes. I don't know how many of the men were fucking me. I also don't know who came in my cunt and who came in my ass, but in the end sperm, piss and shit came out of my holes and after the man who sat on me had freed me, I was forced to lick it all up. Meanwhile, Hank continued filming.

The brute, from whom my torture had started, then demanded that his comrades lay me on their backs and hold me by my arms and legs. Firmly. Then he sat down with his hairy and sweaty black ass on my smeared face, slipped around on it and every time my tongue and lips slackened with their work, he increased the pressure on my head until I was licking and sucking wildly again. Eventually his ass opened up and with force he pushed his intestinal contents into me. I screamed, whimpered, kicked around me, but it was no use. The negro only left me after I had obeyed his order and really cleaned everything completely.

After the giant had let go of me and I could breathe freely again – the men were still laughing and making rude remarks – I noticed that Hank was still filming. And I freaked out. I tried to get up, but got a kick from someone, who threw me to the ground again and made me rattle. Some black stinky jute bag was pulled over my face and fastened around my neck. I went into a kind of shocked rigor and lay on the floor completely motionless. I was turned on my stomach and fucked in the ass again, I was turned on my back and fucked in the cunt, and when none of the men wanted to fuck anymore they pissed on me. On the body, on the jute bag. Whether all the men pissed on me, I don't know, but judging by the amount of urine, there were several of the men who emptied themselves over me. Then it slowly became quiet and the men left the room.

How did I get back home? I don't know. Hank just laughed when I begged him to give me my clothes back. It was at that moment I realized I had to make a radical change in my life. Luckily, the Iraq war came, Hank disappeared from my life (I hoped he would have fallen), I went into rehab, missed a full semester, finished college and finally got married at 26.

Was I thinking a lot about Hank? Of course. Hank had been the only man who steadfastly refused to fuck me. It hurt more than the humiliations the men had inflicted on me. With my husband, who was constantly scampering around me like a puppy and wanted to have vanilla sex, things went downhill after a few months. After 14 months we finally got a divorce.

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II

SEARCH

On my 29th birthday I received an e-mail whose sender I did not know. But I recognized the face on the attached photo: it was mine. Underneath was a link to download a file. Nothing more. With trembling fingers I downloaded the film and of course I knew what to expect. And I was not disappointed: it was the film Hank had made and it showed everything. My face, my breasts, my holes, my mouth, the countless black cocks, the punches, the piss, the black asses, my tongue, my screams and finally the scene where I eat shit. When the film was over, I pulled my fingers out of my dripping cunt and I must have come five times at least.

My little life, which until then had been put back in order, got out of control. I knew I had to see Hank again. Only I had no idea where he was. or if the e-mail really came from him. Because when I answered it, the message came back as undeliverable.

I took leave and drove around the various barracks. Frankfurt, Wiesbaden, Mannheim and Kaiserslautern. Some of the people I approached still knew Hank, but no one could tell me where he was and if he was still alive at all.

Weeks went by like that. Until I got a call. The voice on the other end of the line spoke German, but the accent was clearly American. Judging by the sonorous voice, the caller was black.

"You looking for Hank?"

I affirmed. What I then learned did not shock me. Hank no longer lives in Germany, but is now married. He is also no longer in the military service, because his business is a little illegal. And he's even more perverted than before. I wonder if I really want to see him again.

I said yes.

"Then I advise you to go to Detroit. He'll find you!"

Then the line was cut.

Now I was close to the finish line, I knew it. The next day I quit my job at the law firm, took the rest of my vacation, booked a flight via Chicago to Detroit, paid a week in advance for a cheap motel on the outskirts of town and waited. One day. A week. I paid for another week. Nothing happened.

I went to strip clubs and porn bars where only negroes hung out. I asked for Hank. I wanted to leave a trail. I showed the picture of me from the e-mail and explained that it was a still from a film that Hank had made. On my smartphone I showed excerpts from the film, some knew it, most did not. I left my address and phone number. But nothing happened. Meanwhile, a month had passed.

When I came back to the motel from one of my tours, the answering machine of the phone was blinking. I listened to the message. It was a woman's voice. She just told me to fuck off. That was my cue.

After my money was completely used up, I had to leave the motel and started working as a waitress in one of the strip clubs for negroes. One of the black bouncers was willing to take me in as long as I showed my service. His filthy apartment was above the club and the guests with special preferences accompanied me upstairs. There I was beaten, kicked, spat on, tied up and fucked. Without a residence permit, without a work permit and without money I was fair game. I fucked the bouncer and I fucked the men the bouncer let over me. I didn't get any money, but I could stay in the country. That was the most important thing.

I told the bouncer, his name was Mike, about Hank. What he had done to me and that I was still waiting for him. Mike kept asking around, and every week new little details about Hank came to light. He was like a phantom, a ghost. He must have been well-connected with the police and had a knack for making young girls disappear. Mostly runaways, druggies, broken bones. He was probably only interested in white women, whom he trained, trained and sold. Goodbye forever.

There was talk of drugs. And dogs. The girls were probably kept on leashes and in cages and had to give themselves to animals. It was a very lucrative business, black market of course, but the money from drug sales had to circulate. Mike showed me films of women being fucked by dogs. All white women. What I saw shook me up and excited me at the same time. Mike laughed, beat me and fucked me in the ass while insulting me.

It was a Saturday night, the customers had already left and I was lying on my mattress when Mike turned on the bright light, woke me up and gave me an address. "Memorize it well. Take a taxi. You'll find out everything else there!" I looked at him questioningly. He nodded. "Yes, it's Hank!" He gave me a twenty-dollar bill and I licked his cock, balls and ass one last time as a goodbye. Then I got dressed and I walked away.

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III

DEVOTION

It was a run-down industrial quarter, a lot of wasteland, some dilapidated houses and even more empty halls, to which the taxi took me. The number 2801 was an old brick building that looked very run down. The street was empty and it dawned. The taxi driver asked if I really wanted to get out? I said yes. This is where I had to be. This was the right place for me.

The cool morning air made me shiver. An old shabby car drove by and honked its horn. I waved it off. The negro laughed and showed his white teeth. I heard a dog barking.

The brick house was a two-storey flat-roofed building that had certainly once served a small production company as its headquarters. The windows on the ground floor were still intact, upstairs they were shattered. I was wearing a black coat, under which I was naked. With boots and my bag. That's all I needed. I rang the bell. But the bell didn't work. So I knocked. But other than the bark of the dog, I didn't hear a sound.

I turned around and looked down the street. It had become light in the meantime. It was a slow Sunday morning with no traffic, no people on the road. I sat down on a stone shed that had once been used for garbage cans a few meters from the house. And waited. Nothing happened.

At some point, I heard noises behind me. The door had opened and a fat black woman in a dirty pink dressing gown was standing in the door frame. I jumped down from the shed and walked towards the house. But the woman made a very bossy gesture and told me to stop. With her arm stretched out she pointed at me and waved around.

"You're Mareike?" she shouted. I nodded.

"You're the bitch?!"

I affirmed.

"We don't need you here!"

"I'm looking for Hank," I said.

"Hank's not here!"

"When is he coming?"

"It's none of your business, cunt!"

With that she turned around and went into the house. I was stunned.

A few minutes later she came out again, this time with a black Rottweiler on the leash. She still had her robe on, but now she didn't pay attention to me anymore.

The dog pantled past me and did his business a few meters below the entrance to the parking lot. He sniffed, he peed and at some point he bent his back and squeezed out a turd of dogshit. Then he walked around with the black woman for a few more minutes, seemed to be looking for something, sniffed and lifted his leg. Then they both passed me again.

"You're still here!"

I nodded.

"Then make yourself useful and pick up the business of Nero. But on all fours. Like a real bitch! And then you bring it to me! "And she laughed dirty and disappeared into the house. A few seconds later the curtains were pushed aside by one of the windows and the Negress appeared behind the glass. She watched me.

I had waited so long. I knew I was in the right place. I had to do it. So I got down on all fours and crawled to the spot where the Rottweiler had bent his back. It was a piece of solid turds, but I had no idea how to bring it back tot he lady on all fours. I kneeled in front of the piece of shit and was disgusted. But it was no use. Kneeling, I grabbed the sausage and crawled on my knees along the road to the house. My coat was torn and my knees bled when I got back to the entrance. Tears were running down my cheeks.

I barked to signal that I was outside the door. And indeed, a few moments later the door opened and the Negress stood in the door. Her dressing gown was open, she was naked underneath. And fat. Really fat. Her belly overflowed and her breasts hung down like bulging milk tubes. She smiled maliciously.

"Bitch!"

I nodded.

"You're gonna eat shit now, cunt!" she said with a grin. "Hurry up, we don't have forever! Put the beautiful piece as a whole in your mouth. Come on now!"

I was completely stunned. I had rubbed my knees, tore my coat and exposed myself to the disgusting stench of dog excrement, and now I had to do something... ...that piece of shit in my mouth? I looked at her and I shook my head.

The negress turned around a bit, muttered something about "that's it!" and wanted to disappear into the house again. What could I do?

"Wait, please!"

The Negress turned around slowly, very slowly. She rammed her arms up her waist and smiled: "Last chance, cunt!"

So with the fingers of one hand I took the piece of dog excrement from the other hand and stuck out my tongue. It wasn't just the thought, it was the unbearable stench that made me choke. She looked firmly into my eyes and the look was demonic. It said only one thing: Go!

So I did. But no sooner had I put the dog shit in my mouth than a gush of stomach contents poured out of my mouth over the stone path where I was kneeling.

"That's normal the first time!" she laughed. "Go on, lick everything up and lick your fingers and hands clean too!" So she went back into the house and closed the door.

I had now reached the lowest of low. I knew that. I scratched up the dog shit, took it in my mouth, it shook me, I vomited again, wiped everything up again with my hands, stuffed the porridge and the slime into my mouth, sucked my hands clean, looked for hard pieces on the floor, which I stuffed into my mouth, and finally I knelt down and cleaned the asphalt and the stones with my tongue. From the vomit and from the puke. Only then did the door swing open again and the Negress appeared, this time with the Rottweiler on a leash, whom she had called Nero. Immediately the dog tugged at her, dragged her a few steps forward and began to lick up my vomit as well.

"See, this is how you do it!"

When Nero was finished, he also came to me and licked my coat and face. His wet tongue, drool and slobber were almost a release, so I let it happen, opened my mouth wide and drew the stench of the dog into me.

"The black woman pulled Nero back into the house on a leash and disappeared. I sat on my bloody knees for a long time and tears welled up in my face.

How long was I stuck there? I don't know. The sun had come out, my head ached and the heat made me sweat in streams. Cars drove by now and then, but I didn't notice them. At some point a big pick-up truck turned into the driveway and drove behind the house where the big abandoned parking lot was. A few minutes later there were sounds coming from inside, laughter, barking, music was turned on. The door was ripped open and in the door frame appeared a very gaunt young black man in jeans and a T-shirt. Judging by his voice, he was still an adolescent, a teenager, maybe a child.

"She's still here, it's incredible!" he laughed a very high-pitched laugh. It was more of a giggle. "She looks tidy!" he shouted into the house, "Finally, another white bitch!" He came in front of me, but I didn't dare look him in the eye.

"You can go now!" he said, while stroking around me. He nested around my coat and began to pop one button after the other until my naked body stood before him on display. "Whoaah, you are old and fat! How old are you?"

"29!" I answered quietly.

"There's no money to be made with you anymore," he laughed, "get lost!" With that, he turned around and tried to disappear back into the house.

"I'm staying," I shouted after him desperately but surely. Meanwhile Nero had appeared in the front door again and was panting. Slowly the young man turned around and came towards me again. Threatening. Nero was now at his side. "Have I allowed you to speak?" he shouted. "Huh? Did I?" he kicked me in the side with full force, so that my head fell in the dirt and I immediately had sand in my mouth. I moaned, Nero barked.

Suddenly I smelled that stinking dog's breath again and felt Nero's tongue licking my face. Then something happened that I had not foreseen. Nero lifted his leg and marked me. A thin short beam hit me in my hair, before I could realize what was happening it was already over. It stank brutal. The boy laughed out loud. "How funny is that! You belong to Nero now!", his voice rolled over literally. He grabbed Nero's neck and fumbled around with his collar. When he had finally loosened it, he threw it in front of me.

"If you stay, you will suffer. Suffer a lot." He whispered it literally and I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself. "You'd better go", and with that he and Nero disappeared back inside. But this time, the door didn't close, but left a crack open.

Nero's collar was lying in the dirt in front of my eyes. It was dark brown and already worn out. It had a big ring in the front. I touched it, it was still warm. Then I grabbed it and smelled it. It smelled like dog. I kissed it and licked it and had the taste of worn leather in my mouth. I put it around my neck and closed it tightly. Then I crawled into the house.

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IV

DIRT

Inside, the building did not correspond to a residential building, but to a run-down industrial building with a long corridor, from which two doors each went off to the right and left, before leading into a kind of hall at the back, which now served as living space. A large black leather sofa stood in the middle of the large room on which the fat Negress sat. She was naked, her legs had been spread obscenely and at her feet lay Nero.

It was comfortably warm and stuffy in the building and the smell of animals, tobacco and sweat was over everything. It was a smell that excited me immediately. This was not a dwelling house of people, but the gate to a hell of animality, heat and sweat. Trembling, I crawled towards the sofa and came to a halt on all fours at the feet of the Negress. I didn't dare look into her eyes.

"What are you bringing?" she asked sternly.

"Only me, mistress!" I answered.

"Empty your pockets. Now!"

So I put my wallet, my passport, my iPhone, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and two condoms in front of her on the floor.

"How much money is in the wallet?"

I emptied my wallet in front of her and next to the three $1 bills some change came out.

"Credit card?"

I pulled out the credit card and handed it to the negress.

"How much credit?"

"It is used up, mistress! I have no more money."

"What did you live on? Were you a prostitute?"

I nodded.

"Pimp"?

I nodded again.

"Who?"

And I told her how I worked at the strip club and the bouncer took care of me.

"A nigga?"

I nodded again and told them about my clients, about the practices and that since my visa expired, I was happy to stay in the country.

"An illegal, that is."

The young lad came out of an adjoining room, which had to be the kitchen, with a large pot of coffee in his hand. He sat down on the back of the sofa and took a sip.

"The sow is illegally in the country!" she informed the young lad.

"All the better. He said that apathetically and without paying attention to me. Rolling a joint seemed to be more important to him, because he was drizzling the grass on the tobacco, forming it into a nice bag and lighting it on fire. He inhaled deeply and then blew the thick smoke into the air. I did not know what to say. "I warned the cunt," he said after he took a second drag, "if she puts the collar on, she's lost!"

The Negress giggled. To the young man turned: "I don't understand these piglets. They are well-groomed, they look neat and tidy, they could have made something out of them. Instead they're looking for Hank and demanding to be treated like dirt and broken." To me: "Get naked, bitch!"

I took off my coat and boots. When I started to nestle at the collar, she interrupted me. "The dog collar stays on! Come here!" I crawled to her feet.

From an occasional table she grabbed a bottle of cheap vodka and ordered me to form my hands into a bowl. She poured the vodka, which smelled strongly of alcohol, into it. "Wash your face off, you stink like dog shit!" She laughed.

I rubbed the vodka into my face and finally washed my lips and nose off. When I was done with it, I had to take two more strong sips from the bottle and rinse my mouth with it. I swallowed the alcohol. My mouth felt burned out, but finally it tasted not so unbearably bitter and sour.

"Crouch down properly! I want to see your udders and your cunt! Put your arms behind your head!"

When I was in position, her look moved from my face, across my breasts and waist to my center: my dripping cunt.

"You're dripping, sow!"

"Yes, I'm sorry, mistress. I am aroused!"

The Negress laughed. Then her expression changed again. "I'm not interested in your excitement." She reached for a pack of methol cigarettes, lit up a cigarette and smoked while she kept looking at me.

"Have you ever been whipped?"

I shook my head.

Now the Negress looked at the young man who had just finished his joint and was again pressing a thick swath of frenzy out of his lungs. Both turned their eyes. Then the fat negress became loud. "What the fuck is this shit? You are...", she flipped through my passport, "you are 29 years old, you show up here and have never been whipped before! What are we gonna do with you, you stupid, inexperienced piece of shit?"

At that moment the mobile phone rang, which was lying on the sofa next to the negress. "Hi Hank, yes, the sow is here", a pause began. She nodded. "But you know: the sow has no fucking experience. "Again, she listened to the words that came from the other end of the line. "Well, okay. I don't know. But I'm filming her", she looked at me: "Hank asks if you've been pregnant the last few years!"

I said no.

"Are you using birth control?"

I affirmed.

The woman spoke on the phone again, laughing. "That's right, from one of the homeless people," she giggled. Then she listened back into the phone, nodded. "Sure, no problem.“

„She's clean-shaven on the body, and I'll shave her skull with my own hands.“

After a pause: "Not a hair on her head." She looked over at me. "I'd put the spades on the back of her head. Exactly. I'd stab her with it. Then nigga whore underneath, real big. I'll have Dixon put it on her. I'll call him and make an appointment.“ She laughed again. "We're gonna take the big van, we're gonna drive around. I think Washington Avenue and 12th, that's where the bums are. All right!" She turned off her cell phone and looked at me. And she slid her hands up to her cunt. "Goddamn, I'm all wet!"

Naked and fat as she was, the negress lifted herself out of the sofa and went to one of the metal shelves where a large camera was lying. The young man had also jumped up and both debated loudly how best to film the film Hank wanted. Finally the young man prevailed and was allowed to lead the camera. He stood behind the sofa and the red lamp at the camera lit up. From now on I was in the film. I was excited.

The negress let herself fall back into the leather cushions. She snorted and sweated. "Now you're going to lick my cunt. Come on."

I crawled to the sofa while the fat negress moved forward and spread her legs wide. "Start with my feet, lick them good, then over my legs to my cunt. Do it!"

My mouth bent down at her feet and began to kiss her. They were dirty and stank cheesy. Nevertheless I sucked her toes extensively and for a very long time and licked the sweaty soles of her feet. I stroked their lower legs and slowly worked my way up. Her sex stood wide open and glittered. It stank worse than dog urine.

I sank my tongue deep into her soaked and slippery hole, licked to her even more disgustingly stinky asshole, sucked off her sphincter and licked me back up to her clit. While I worked on the clitoris with tongue and mouth, I drove with three fingers into her hole and pushed it up the upper wall. The negress moaned. A little tremble flowed through her body and she squirted briefly. I swallowed and licked her clean.

Wordlessly she pushed me away and sat her down straight again. She was still breathing heavily while she told me: "We are now making a casting video of you. We'll put it on the darknet later!"

The young guy with the camera came near to my face.

"Your name?"

"Mareike."

"Age?"

"29 years."

"Measurements?"

"Six foot one, 160 pounds, 190 pounds, cup size 85D."

"You're here voluntarily?"

"Yes!" I said in a firm voice.

"Good! Now I'm giving you one last chance to disappear. You can take the dog collar off and give it back to Nero. Then you can get up and leave. We don"t need you here and we don"t want you here. You got that?"

I nodded my head.

"If you stay, your previous life is over. Look into the camera and answer with a clear and distinct yes that you understand!"

„YES!“

"Anyone can and should humiliate you and degrade you to the extreme."

"Yes, mistress!"

"There will be nothing you can refuse. Your three holes will be stretched, torn open, stuffed, fucked, defiled and tortured. You will expect no mercy."

"Yes, mistress!"

"We will bind your pretty white udders until they burst, torture and whip them."

"Yes, mistress!"

"We will use short needles or long skewers to inflict pain. We'll put them through your tits, nail your nipples or put needles between your fingernails. We're gonna enjoy your roar!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Every form of percussion tool will be used. Whether it’s a flat hand hard into the face, fisticuffs or bloody floggings: the torture of witches was child's play against it. You have to know: we love to beat our sows, be it with a whip, a crop, a stick or a simple electric cable. And we love to inflict wounds on our sows until they burst, whether on the back, tits, ass, thighs or directly on the cunt and ass. And we'll love to see you whimper, scream and bleed! Mercy will not be granted."

"Yes, mistress!"

"You'll drink piss and eat shit. And eat shit from anyone we want!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Your pretty face and your wide open, willing mouth are our priorities."

"Yes, mistress!"

"If we order you to lick, suck clean or slurp something, you will do so without hesitation. From the floor or the street or the toilet, you'll lick anything!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"We're gonna give any nigga total and unfettered access to fuck you. Basically, bare-assed and in pussy, ass and mouth. You're gonna swallow it all and take five or six niggas at a time."

"Yes, mistress!"

"You basically lick every asshole clean and lick it out!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"You will give the same devotion to each animal as you give to the niggas and do the same practices: oral with intake, totally taboo licking, fucking in all holes."

"Yes, mistress!"

"Dog shit and dog piss are a natural part of it!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"What else? Oh, yeah, we're gonna stab you and pierce you and tattoo you and brand you too. You will become our property!"

"Yes, mistress!"

"Hank just said we're gonna shave your skull and get you a tattoo on your head so that everyone can see you're a sow for Negroes!"

I nodded.

"Excuse me, bitch!"

"With pleasure, mistress."

"That's better! You'll get knocked up!"

"Okay.

"What okay? Do you want to get fat by Negro or not?"

"Yes, I do!" I lied.

"Anyone can fuck you?"

"Yes, everyone!"

"Ass, cunt, mouth?"

"Yeah, ass, cunt, mouth."

"Well, now's your last chance! I advise you to take off the collar and disappear. It's better for you."

There was not a moment of hesitation in me. Though I was shocked by the things I had heard, I knew I had to see Hank again. No matter what happened to me. Life without him no longer made sense.

"I'm staying!"

The Negress whistled through her teeth. "You can't tell by looking at the sow! Whoa!" She lit another cigarette and smoked. The camera was still running.

"Come on, tell me something about yourself. What have you experienced? It can't have been much! "

I was thinking. "I'll let anyone lick and kiss me, even strangers. Very deep with the tongue. And I’m a good cocksucker. I love sperm in my mouth and I also lick cocks clean that were in my ass. And I love the smell and taste of negroes. Their sweat and urine."

"So you've already been pissed off?"

"Yes, several times. And I lick ass very well. Anyone can sit on my face and let me suck its asshole."

"Really everyone? Even scruffy and dirty negroes?"

"Yeah, no problem. That's what I'm here for! Before fucking, after fucking, or to cum, I'm really good at it."

The woman laughed. "You think you can come up in here and start fucking niggas. No no no, we ain't here to fuck you white asses good and satisfy your fantasies. You here to suffer!"

I looked at her questioningly.

"Are you worthy of negroes messing with you?"

I was perplexed and had no answer.

"You see. You white folks come and think every nigga wants to fuck you now. But you ain't nothing but a white motherfucker, either. An animal. That's all you are. What you willing to do to get niggas interested in you?"

"Everything. I'm willing to do anything. To show everything. Do anything!"

A short pause set in, which affected and unsettled me down to the depths of my self. I felt my immense selfishness and my delusion to believe that negroes were simply there to satisfy me. Because I wanted them to be.

"Do you notice anything?" asked the Negress. "You still acting like a massa here. ...like a white slave owner who takes her Negroes to bed to fuck. Do you think we want that?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry. Of course not."

She laughed again. "Don't worry. We will break you here. Merciless. Relentless. In our hands, you are no longer a female, but an animal. And that's how we treat you."

"Thank you!" I stammered.

The negress ordered me to unscrew the camera from the tripod and hand it to her. "Then action!", she pointed the camera frontally at me, "now show us if you are really ready for anything. You're a good ass-licker?"

"Yes, I am!"

"Very well, what can you do with a real asshole? Here!", she had the camera panned to Nero, whom the young man stroked and turned to the camera so that his backside was facing the lens. He slowly pulled Nero's bushy tail up and smiled maliciously. The dark dog's asshole started twitching, "rub your udders against that ass. They are big enough that you can lick them afterwards! Go!"

I stood up and took my left breast and rubbed my nipple against the dog's backside. I don't know why, but my nipples got hard and suddenly a very deep arousal flowed through me. After a few seconds greenish-brown dog dirt stuck to my nipple and yard. Now I noticed the disgusting stench that the dog's asshole and dog shit were giving off on my udder. I gurgled and choked as I led the breast to my mouth and licked it. I burped, luckily my stomach was empty by now and I didn't have to puke.

The Negress laughed out loud. "Ooooh, she gets horny from a dog's ass and then she doesn't like the dog shit! But remember: You are not good enough for anything else!" She had gotten down on her knees herself and switched on the camera's spotlight, which now illuminates the dog's asshole hard. "Now grab the other udder!"

I also rubbed the dog's ass with my right breast, but in the meantime the hole had been cleaned and there was not so much dirt sticking to my nipple. Of course I also licked everything clean and my saliva moistened the areola so that it glittered.

"Now with your mouth, kiss that dog's asshole. With your full lips. And remember, we'll show that to anyone who wants to fuck you. Get the men horny!"

I knew that I couldn't afford to hesitate, to flinch. And so I drew in the air, overcame my revulsion and put my lips over the dog's asshole. Just as I would kiss a man. Or a man's ass. Still the taste was pitiful, disgusting, repulsive, something between sour puke, stale sewer and pungent sulfur, again I burped just short before vomiting.

"Tongue in. Tongue in, go!", again the camera was very close to my face.

The young lad pulled the dog's tail up a bit more violently, so that the animal's asshole gave way and opened up. Immediately I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could. The dog relaxed and it seemed as if the muscle above my tongue closed and did not want to release it. I had to catch my breath and rattle.

Licking a dog's asshole, being filmed with my mouth up over a dog's backside, not wearing anything but a dog collar, being naked, horny and exposed, and all because I'm ordered to by a strange fat negress - that made me proud in a strange way. Very proud. And it excited me.

And while the negress came close to me with the camera, I pulled my tongue out of the dirty hole and licked over the hard hairs that grew around the muscle, licked with the whole surface of my tongue over the hole to the base of the etui where the dog’s cock was hiding, then down to the loosely dangling testicles of the animal - and up again. I did this several times until I found the smell not so repulsive anymore and the taste didn't bother me at all. Then I took both thumbs and pulled apart at the tender sphincter muscle, just as I had learned with the men. I pushed my tongue back into the opening and moaned as the dog relaxed and the stench of his intestines escaped. Again I burped and choked.

Some ambition was aroused in me. I wanted to show that I had no shame, no pride, that I was no longer a woman, not a human being, but an object, an animal, a cunt. Something went through me. With real devotion I kissed, licked, sucked the backside of the animal, made it wet, licked it dry, only to wet it again immediately and suck it again. I dug my mouth into his fur, licked up the loose hairs, slowly let my tongue slide from the fur over the twitching hole to the balls, from the balls again to the disgustingly stinking asshole, against which I braced myself with the whole weight of my head and worked my way forward until the dog, the ass, my mouth and I had become one.

How long? I don't know. Minutes, hours, an eternity.

The negress stepped behind me, continued filming while she pushed my legs apart with her feet to open my cunt. I ran out, I knew it, I was dripping, and the negress filmed my holes, my wetness, the glitter, the juice. Her foot on my leg signalled to me to lie on my back and spread my legs wide. Which I did. And the foot of the negress walked to my cunt, stroked along it, rubbed my clit and finally drove into me. I groaned, rubbed myself against her and while I was leaning against the foot of the negress, the dog whined, howled. The young lad held the dog's body tightly, pressed his backside against my head lying on the ground.

My mouth was wide open, my tongue was licking and kissing the dog’s sphincter as the animal began to wriggle. But the boy's grip was so tight that the dog could not escape. He wriggled, cramped, shook, crouched over my face, relaxed and discharged his bowels above me. Right into my wide open mouth, onto my nose, over my face. I was so surprised and the negress as well, that she jumped to the side, almost forgot the camera, roared something, choked and finally vomited over me because of the bestial stench that immediately filled the whole room, so that the negress’ vomit mixed with the dog shit ran over my face and hair on the floor.

Even the young man now groaned with disgust, letting go of the dog's grip, who immediately fidgeted freely, scratching my naked body with his claws, disappeared howling, but shortly afterwards turned around, came back and watched his work. I just lay on the floor, wounded, humiliated, dirty, in vomit and dog excrement, moaning one of my deepest orgasms into the still running camera. Meanwhile the dog licked my face and I returned the most beautiful French kiss I had had in a long time.

Instead of being allowed to enjoy my orgasm to the full, the negress started kicking me and ranting loudly about what a rotten sow I was, that I was an animal, that I was best kept in a stable, that I wasn't even worth serving the beautiful dogs and so on.

Meanwhile, Nero had retreated to a corner of the room and was cleaning himself, while I had to wipe the floor with my bare hands, kicked and insulted, and shoving anything I could get my hands on into my mouth. Finally I licked the linoleum floor clean with my tongue. The young man had opened the windows and let fresh air into the big room, which was a relief for all of us.

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V

HUMILIATION

The anger of the Negress was far from over. She had pressed the camera into the boy's hand, given him the order to continue filming, dragged me by the hair across the floor and dragged me out through the back door into the small back garden. Nero barked.

It was a fenced-in, dirty garden, which years ago was probably once covered with lawn, but now it was nothing but sward and dirt. A pile of firewood lay around, metal debris, garden hoses, and in the back a wooden crate shielded the parking lot behind it. Here she kicked me further, punched me in the face with her flat hand and in the stomach with her fist. I went down to the ground, where she continued to kick me.

Then she rolled a high-pressure cleaner in front of me, turned it on with a rattling sound, and with curses and insults she sprayed me. At first the water was refreshing, but after a short time the temperature increased sensitively and became hotter and hotter until I felt boiling water would scald me. I screamed in pain and fear. But the negress didn't care. The water clapped against my breasts, in my face, I tried to cross my hands to protect my head, but by then the hot water was already hissing to my armpits and scalded them. I screamed pathetically, but this only incited the woman even more. With a hard jet she took the centre of my body, wandered to my shame and the only thing I could think of was to keep my legs closed.

"Spread your legs, bitch!" she shouted. And when I didn't obey her order right away, she switched off the Kärcher, let the spraying rod slide to the ground and came over me. I had never looked into such a hateful face before. In a low but perfectly clear voice she said: "And if you don't spread your legs, I swear to you: I'll kill you! I'll boil the skin off your face until you are finished!" After a short pause: "Keep your legs apart and don't even flinch!"

I was scared, terrified. I suspected that this person, whom I had only met a few hours ago, did not pity me and did not shrink from making me disappear forever. No one knew where I was. And no one would ever miss me. So I gathered my courage and opened my legs under sobs and held them shamelessly wide spread with my hands. A hard kick from her in my cunt made me scream again. She laughed.

"Be glad you're so docile. I would have killed you otherwise!" That was the end of it. I shivered, my skin was burning and red. But it seemed that I had saved my tender cunt. She pulled me up by my hair until I could sit on the dirty floor. With a cable tie she closed her arms on my back and pulled a heavy black jute bag over my head, so that I was caught in the motionlessness of a darkness, stinking of vomit and dog excrement. Then her footsteps and the footsteps of the young man moved away.

How long I sat there, I don't know. In the darkness I quickly lost all sense of time. At first I felt the burning of the skin, which was intensified by the burning of a high sun. Then it became cool, maybe even dark. Was it grasses that pricked me, or insects that ran over my body? I could’n tell. I only knew that I lay down, but no matter how I lay down, after a short time I felt pain.

If I lied on my arms tied together, they went numb after a few minutes. When I turned around, I lied on my big breasts, which also started to press and pound too quickly. But lying on my side was no relief either, because then the arm I had to lie on fell asleep and began to hurt. It was hell. I shivered. I dawned away.

At some point, half asleep, I heard footsteps, clattering, the breathing and sniffing of an animal, I turned on my back and instinctively spread my legs. The animal licked my thighs, licked its tongue over my sex, which gave me an electric shock. I moaned. A human voice laughed. Then I heard the sound of bubbling liquid directly on my face, the jute sack was wetting and an unbearable stench of animal urine surrounded me. Then the footsteps moved away and the pitter-patter of the dog faded and complete silence set in.

I woke up hearing a rustle like a plastic sheet. A police siren could be heard in the far distance and the noise of cars came softly to my ears. A short time later something was pulled over me that almost completely sealed off the sounds of the outside world. Cold plastic slowly sank over me and I remained in my new world of stench and darkness. I cried softly. And fell asleep.

I was already twilight again when my cover was pulled aside, hands grabbed me, grabbed my arm and ankles and lifted me up into the air. Roughly, I woke up moaning. My whole body ached as if I had run a double marathon. Someone cursed, my head hit a hard object, I screamed. Then I was thrown like a sack of potatoes onto a cold metal surface, a sliding door was closed and locked. A short time later an engine started and I felt vibration and shaking. I was in a vehicle that had started moving.

The journey was long. Very long. No one spoke to me or answered my calls. Naked, tied up and under a stinking gunnysack, time passed. At some point the engine stopped, the sliding door was unlocked and pushed to the side and again hands grabbed me, pulling me from the loading area and putting me on my feet. I felt like a prisoner of war who was being led to execution.

Hands were nesting on the jute bag above my head and I heard cursing from the stench as it was pulled off my face. I blinked. I was standing in a dark street whose street lamps had shattered. Two blocks away a car drove by. A white police car turned into the street at the next corner and stopped. The headlights dazzled me. Two cops in uniform got out, exchanged a few words and lit a cigarette. They smoked and looked at me from a distance. One of them was Hank. He put out his cigarette and came towards me.

Then the passenger door of the van that had transported me jumped open and the Negress got out. She was still wearing that cheap pink dressing gown, but now she was wearing high shoes with platform heels. She laughed at Hank.

"Well, is it the right one?"

Hank had come to us and looked at me. "Yes, she is. The Negro whore Mareike." Turned to the negress, "Nice movie, by the way, already went through the roof. The bidding war is in full swing." And to me: "You just took off, you stupid piece of shit!"

With that he swung out and punched his fist full into my stomach. I flipped forward from the punch where his leg was already waiting for me. He kicked my head with his knee and threw me onto the back of the van, and because my arms were still tied behind my back, I slammed my head right onto the floor of the van. I screamed in pain and tasted blood on my lip.

Hank leaned into the van, grabbed my hair and pulled my head up: "They dishonorably discharged me from the army. Because of you!" he yelled at me. Hate sparkled in his eyes.

"You raped me!" I whispered back.

"I raped you?" he said in a now calmer voice. "Me? You begged for it. We have it on film. You wanted Jeff to fuck you so hard you'd give up. You wanted him to piss on you and shit in your mouth. You begged for it and we taped it!"

"Hank, it can't be!" I whispered.

"You'll see the movie, you stupid cunt! But it doesn't matter. You fucked up my life. And now you're here and you're done! I swore to myself I'd punish you. I swore to fuck you up real bad. And that's what I'm gonna do. Revenge tastes fucking sweet!" He spat twice more in my face and made my head fall back. I cried hysterically.

"What are you going to do with that sow?" he turned to the negress.

"We need customers," she replied. "I want to shoot some more movies of her getting hammered in the back of the van."

"What do you have in mind?"

"Let her meet the homeless of Detroit."

"How many you want?"

"Maybe a dozen. From very young to very old. Hold niggas that don't have a problem with being filmed fucking. Bums with dogs is good, too. She smells like a pig anyway. You can take them out for whatever they want. Fuck is safe, cunt or ass, she can just lick the dicks and asses. Tehy can also piss on her. She swallows well, I bet my ass.“

While Hank went down the street and turned right into a dark narrow side street, his partner drove the police car to the middle of the small intersection. I was still lying in the back of the truck when the van briefly started moving and shunted back and forth. He turned the vehicle 180 degrees so that now the headlights were directed at the intersection and the back door pointed to a brick wall. Now I understood that we were at the end of a dead end and that the van was supposed to cover the view of me and what was to follow. The two men who had driven the van dragged me from the loading area, cut the cable ties on my hands with a knife and made me kneel on the cold asphalt. They made comments about my appearance and my smell. I did not care.

"Put your hands behind your head!"

I obeyed.

The negress came back and started filming again. "Here are the rules: you do what the men want. And you do what we tell you to do. You lick the balls, the cocks, the nigga asses. You lie on your back and you let them fuck you in the cunt. You go on all four to get fucked in the ass. And you open your fucking mouth when someone wants to cum in your mouth, when someone wants to piss on you or when someone wants to shit on you. You drink, you eat, you swallow. Understand?"

I gave a clear and unequivocal "yes, I understand!"

We did not have to wait long until Hank returned with two men in tow. I was still kneeling on the asphalt with my arms crossed behind my head. The two men were not old yet, but looked very much worn out. One of them was gaunt and unkempt, while the other one looked a bit more cultivated, but was really fat. Overweight is an understatement. He was fat. Really fat. The Negress explained the rules. Rubber, any hole for free, cumming in mouth, ass lick and piss included.“

"Does anyone need to relieve himself?"

The scraggy black man affirmed and unbuttoned his pants. He just put his unwashed cock in my mouth and started to urinate. It was sharp and very bitter. I swallowed everything.

The negress gave both of them a blue pill and then demanded that they both undress except for their shoes. "Who wants to fuck first?" asked the negress, and the fat man was faster than the lean one. While I received the order to climb back into the van and squat down with my legs apart and show my juicy wet cunt, the fat man pulled his rubber over his cock. He simply laid the clothes on the street and then the fat man climbed up to me panting.

His fat belly was bulging out, his chest had almost the beginnings of a woman's breast and his cock was circumcised and not too long. He looked at me for a long time, touched my breasts and turned me over to inspect my ass. He knelt behind me and licked my asshole and cunt very extensively. It started to boil in my intestines. Then he got up again panting, rubbing himself against me from behind and his mouth was looking for my mouth. I opened my lips and our tongues met. Bad breath and nicotine mixed to a taste in my mouth that sent an ecstatic shiver down my spine. We kissed with our tongues intimately for a long time and literally licked each other. I felt his cock growing and was about to kneel down to take it in my mouth when the negress behind the camera demanded that I lay down so that the fat man could sit on me. So I lay down on the back of the truck and pulled the fat man down to me. He crouched over my head and immediately I licked his asshole. He moaned.

The smell and the taste had become completely unimportant to me. I kissed his crack, sucked his hair off, and stuck my tongue up his asshole. When he bent down to lick my cunt, I had my first climax. The negress went with the camera very close to my mouth and filmed me cleaning and licking the fat negro ass with my tongue.

The fat man was already sweating and jerking off his manhood while I was still doing my tongue work under him. "Cunt or ass?" the negress asked him and he chose my ass. Because he was so fat, he lay on his back and I let me slide down on his rather thick than long cock. It hurt a bit, but I didn't care about that either. I leaned back so the camera could record how deep the black dick was in my intestine. With one hand the fat man still groped my unused cunt, which brought me immediately to the second climax. Then he came already groaning loudly inside me. When he pulled out, the rubber remained in my intestine and I had to squat down to pull it out. At the same time the condom content ran onto the loading area. While the fat guy got off the van, I put the smudged condom in my mouth and sucked it out. Then I licked up the spunk mixture which had dripped on the car floor.

The scraggy man was more sinewy and its cock considerably longer. And he was really deep pitch black, which even made the few teeth he still had look white and shiny. The blackness of his skin built up a tremendous arousal in me. He also preferred my asshole, after I had cleaned his thoroughly. He demanded that I lay under him, and so he pushed his cock up my ass lying on top of me. I stroked his back, kissed the black skin of his shoulders, licked his hairless chest, squeezed his lap on mine and was rewarded with a lavish ejaculation while the man freed his dick from the rubber and shot his load onto my cunt and stomach. Again the rubber was soiled with thick pieces of my intestines and the negress demanded that I hold the brownish smeared condom into the camera for a long time before I was allowed to clean and lick it out.

The third man was very old and either very drunk or already confused. He couldn't manage to undress, so I took over for him, kneeled in front of him, unzipped his trousers and licked him all over. Given his stench, I longed for Nero. Even though despite the blue pill the old man couldn't get his cock properly stiff, the negro was still happy with the filming, because besides kissing, ass-licking and cock-sucking I also had to suck and clean his dirty and overgrown feet for a long time. Then I climbed out of the van, knelt down on the street and got a big load of piss in my mouth from the old man, which I had to swallow and cost me some effort.

The number of men who used and abused my body, I can't remember. Maybe it was the full dozen, maybe more. The negress collected all the condoms in a plastic bowl and at some point they literally swam in a sauce of sperm and dirt.

The negress had already announced loudly that I would be serving the dogs at the end, so that everyone except the confused old man stayed until the bitter end and formed a real cluster in front of the van and howled loudly when I was given the contents from the condom bowl into my mouth. I then had to hold each condom in the camera and lick it clean. Then finally a light brown street dog - some indefinable promenade mix, sinewy and slender - was brought to me on the loading area, who circled me several times, smelled and licked me until he finally marked me as his property. He had lifted his leg and just in time I had slipped under him to get a full load of dog piss into his wide open mouth.

The owner was a strong negro who had already fucked me. When the negress offered him that I would also serve his dog with my tongue, he tried for a long time to get his now somewhat intimidated animal to present his rear end to me. When the time came, the negress barked that I shouldn't use my hands, so I licked the balls first and then tried to push the tail away with my head to get at his ass. Again the crowd cheered when finally the owner of the dog pulled the short tail to the side and everyone could see how my tongue was already stuck deep inside the animal. Whether it was my saliva or whether the dog had squeezed out soft-liquid excrement last time, I can't tell anymore. But the smear on my nose and in my mouth showed me that dog shit does not necessarily have to be hard.

One of the men in this condition demanded my ass again, which the Negress was only too happy to grant. The morning was already dawning when the van started moving again and drove me back to my new home in a state of extreme agitation. One of the men tossed me a bottle of water in the back so that I could wash and refresh myself. Bloody fucked, stuffed and stinking I nodded blissfully.

I was rudely awakened when the van stopped abruptly and I skidded to the side. The negress opened the loading door of the van, clicked a dog leash through the ring of my collar and pulled me on the leash across the parking lot to the house.

"Come on, hurry. You've got a couple of hours of rest now, and then Dixon's coming!"

Back in the building she pulled me through the large interior, at the end of which there was a narrow door leading to a dark and dirty stone staircase. The cellar was cool and musty, as if it hadn't been aired for years. We came to a rather high room that looked like a torture chamber. A stained mattress without cover was lying on the wall, some rickety chairs were standing around, a seatbelt couch like in hospital and a black leather trestle stood in the middle. Rings and hooks were everywhere on the walls, whips and other instruments of torture. At the very back was a tiled area where a mouldy washbasin, a toilet and a shower without curtain served as a wet room.

Light flashed! Bright, glaring spotlights that bathed the whole room in an unreal, clear light from above and from the side. Only now I saw the stains and the dried blood.

"Do you like pain?"

„No“, I said.

"So much the better," was just her comment. "You can shower and wash up there, lie down somewhere to rest. I'll leave the light on so you can see what's in store for you."

With this she pulled a heavy iron grating door, which separated the rear part with the wet area and the mattress from the front torture room, behind me, dropped it crashing into the lock and checked whether the grating was really locked. I was locked up like in a prison.

After I had showered, washed thoroughly, cleaned my hair and applied a lot of cre