Episode 2

He took me in his arms and carried me to a nearby building that looks like you may have seen in the pictures on the internet about the gypsy ghettos.

The Cloth wished me to have a good fun sugar. I woke up in a very big bed, like the gypsy who practically took me from the cock of the handsome pimp, who tricked me. He laid me down carefully on the bed and began to caress me everywhere licking me and smelling me like an animal. From time to time he bit me lightly and I let out moans of pleasure leaving my whole body in his power.
My white flesh became a piece of dough in his huge, rough, brown palms. He possessed me wildly as if he had never seen a woman in his life. I screamed on his huge dick the rest of the night.


We were sweating like in a sauna, in fact, it was very hot, I wrapped my velvety hips around his waist, and my arms around his neck and screamed with pleasure like a whore in heat.

Nobody bothered us. I think it was normal what was happening there.
The moonlight mirrored a beautiful sky with white, fluffy clouds (the ceiling was full of damp spots and fallen plaster) the air was sweet when I inhaled it (actually the room smelled very strongly of mold), and the sheet under me I was struggling in I felt his huge cock of purebred horse velvety and sweet when I bit him with pleasure (in fact it was almost black with dirt, it was no longer white, I saw all this the next afternoon when I woke up from drunk)

He fucked me greedily until sunrise. I saw among the almost dark poplars a wonderful, warm light invading the room through an unreal bright window (the window was closed to keep out flies and was almost opaque due to dirt). When he finished ejaculating on me (how many times that night?) I spread his cum on my breasts on my stomach on my face and licked my fingers, under his eyes, he whispered to me: my good kitten, my sweet cake. He turned me to one side and let me sleep, slowly stroking my hips, my buttocks, my bareback, licking my bare body like a lollipop.

He whispered softly to me: “you are mine, you are mine”.

I remembered the dream I had after the rape in the basement when I was hugging a giant talking penis. I began to repeat unconsciously: ‘I am yours, I am yours. I fell asleep sighing slightly, under his protective caresses, his whispers constantly entering my mind completely hypnotizing me. Yes, he used me all.

Late in the afternoon I woke up and looked around. All the magic was gone.

I was in a miserable, indescribably dirty apartment, I didn't even think anyone could live in that. There were cockroaches on the floor, I was afraid to put my feet on the black floor because of the dirt. When I saw what bed I had slept in, I jumped like a standing fire right in the middle of the room.

I heard some laughs of children having a lot of fun. A beautiful little girl of about five years old was smiling friendly at me and two boys of about eight or nine years of age were giggling and elbowing each other, staring at me. One of them was the boy with the wooden hammer, the one who showed me his middle finger last night when I entered the ghetto. They were sitting on a broken sofa in the corners and glistening with dirt in front of me. I realized that I only had the bow tie around my neck, the heeled shoes on my feet and the rest was covered by the now hardened sperm and well attached to my thin body.


The boys continued to laugh slowly. At one point the girl got up from the couch and took my hand and took me to an indescribable toilet. It smelled awful all over the apartment. There was no running water in the toilet, it was a bucket and the little girl gave me a cloth, she took one and she soaked it in the water in the bucket and started washing me. I was amazed and wondered what planet I had reached. The girl partially cleaned me, I also contributed to her work, of course, then she took my hand again and led me so naked to the room where I had slept and sat me on the edge of the bed. The boys were still there. One of them hit the sofa with his wooden hammer from time to time.

“You like to hit something, don't you”? I said slowly. He nodded.

“What exactly would you like to hit”? I asked. He pointed his index finger at me.

I didn't understand him then. What are we doing now? I slowly asked the pretty girl next to me.

“We were waiting”, she said.

“What were we waiting for,” I insisted.

“On my uncle”, he replied.

“Ahhh”, I did.

Her uncle was of course The Boor, who came in the evening. He brought some food. Bread with salami and beer. I ate like a savage, I was hungry. I drank some sips of beer and then I told him I wanted to go home.

He looked at me in astonishment and replied with a wide smile: you at home my kitten.

It was getting dark and the next night was not as pleasant. I had become a piece of meat only for fucking. I didn't have a chance and I couldn't resist. It was too big, in every way. He possessed me without remorse and without ceasing until late in the morning. From time to time he spits between my legs to penetrate me more easily.

I don't even remember how many times I swallowed it or how much semen I swallowed. My mind was empty and I had become a good flesh doll for fucking. There was nothing funny. That gypsy was very well endowed, he was at least thirty-two centimetres ( 12 inches ) long and had balls as big as apples. They didn't even fit in my mouth. I gave up the fight and left my whole body in its power because my mind was already gone.


So, I became a fucktoy for that big, ugly gypsy. I wondered how long it would be before he gave me at his friends. I entered the ghetto on Thursday night, and now it was already Saturday night and not everything was perfect in paradise, right? I decided to escape at all costs from that mud, where I was sinking deeper and deeper.

I was hoping my husband would look for me. He usually left on Monday and came home on Saturday, he had a job in another city. I was hoping to notice my absence, but usually, on Saturday he came back a little drunk and usually slept until Sunday at noon. He said he called all his friends on Sunday afternoons to look for me, then on Monday, he looked for me at the hospitals, and later on Monday, he went to the police to declare my disappearance. The police told him that he had to wait 48 hours and then they would see what else they could do.
I had my first escape attempt on Saturday.

I found a ripped and dirty T-shirt in an old closet and put it on me. I walked slowly out into the hallway of the apartment building. Bad noise, as usual, everyone was arguing about something or talking contradictory, small children were crying, it was a madhouse. I walked slowly down the hall trying to reach the staircase that led to the inner courtyard of the ghetto.
My heels couldn't even be heard on the concrete floor because of the noises coming from inside the apartments. My heart was like a flea and I was very weak, I remember and now it was like yesterday, I was holding on to the greasy railing and going down step by step. I reached the ground floor and left the building where there should have been an entrance door, but it wasn't anymore. Two women were smoking on the entrance steps, a younger woman breastfeeding a child and a very old woman. They looked at me like furniture. I passed them slowly and began to walk towards the concrete wall that surrounded the buildings, hoping to find the place I had entered three nights ago.

At one point I heard behind me: Mercedes, “call your brothers and catch that whore”.

I began to increase my pace by running slowly and panting like a hunted animal.

I saw the concrete fence and headed for it and even saw the gate through which I entered. I will succeed, I thought. Behind me, I could hear the happy cries of children and the sound of barefoot footsteps on the asphalt getting closer and closer. They reached me close to the edge of the concrete fence, I was only three meters away, two boys of about 8 or maybe 9 years old each grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back, I only managed to see the lights of a car that passed on the road and the light of a lamp on the sidewalk outside the ghetto.

Another boy of the same age may have pulled my shirt down along with the other two who pulled my arms down and put me on my knees.

Mercedes, the beautiful little girl came in front of me and put her palms on my cheeks: “why do you want to leave”?

A child from behind pulled my hair by turning my head on its back and showed me something up, maybe the moon? He had something in his fist that quickly descended straight into my forehead.


BONG I heard a noise like a blow in something empty and almost instantly I saw the moon fall on the sidewalk like a bright ball. I stared at her. My head fell on my chest but only for a short time, Mercedes raised my head holding it straight, and smiled at me. BONG I heard again, and the moon exploded in thousands of fireflies dancing around me, a happy and idiotic smile appeared on my face: how beautiful.

I said, “of course”

Mercedes answered. She adjusted my head carefully for her older brother who hit me once more with the wooden hammer straight at the top of my head. I think he was very happy with what he was doing.
BONG Then someone turned off the light.

To be continued ......